You say that I'm an aberration Then declare there's no such thing In the interim I'm an airy form Without a go-between If you should stop breathing I would surely intervene
In my natural state I'd compensate But you'd only disagree I can't undo this reeking hate You've always had it in for me Upside down and inside out A pawn of destiny
I got wind of a fetid scent The half-light made it worse Too vertical to tilt or bend I was diverted from my course A random and suspicious wind Invoked an ancient curse
You've got the odor of a beastly foe But the sweet voice of a friend Are you the scapegoat on my behalf Who foresees a bitter end Is it me or you who gets the shaft Or is it someone else again
