Machine gun the carolers and a Happy New Year
The Nile once carried a baby through here
Now the bachelor’s short arms keep the top shelf away
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang

The day that you married bombs fell from your cunt
Cut pictures of models for the hair that you want
And the leather seat luxury stapled and plain
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang

Everything you flush now swims in our mouth
We can swallow it down, but we can’t spit it out
Your beauty was anchored to a ship that had sank
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang

The hands of the carver have whittled us thin
The world’s fueled by blood— What do you think makes it spin?
And the orgy befalls the dull look of your face
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang

It’s been a cold decade since lovers could touch
The lone, broken horn of the new garbage truck
Brings to mind a song that I wish that we’d sang
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang

You’re long in the tooth and we’ve followed you well
You made death into Heaven and life into Hell
You came like a stutter’s long forgotten refrain
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang

There used to be artists and dancers and God
Can friction make fire where nothing has caught
And grandfather’s ghost keeps on fishing the tank
O, impotent Summer, what a glorious hang