© 2002
A short-lived, underground, Tel Aviv magazine surrounding Sex & Art.
The Painers/Liver
the Painers are here and they’re jabbin’ us
got forks for handles to open up and close our wounds
they keep recruiting new talent, the Painers
the Painers got a fuckin’ army
they don’t need no machine guns, or combat aerial assault
got those long arms that grabb from you behind
cover you by your eyes, no peak-a-boo
got those sneaker shoes to run ahead
i’ll recruit my own army
of octopus hands
yeah, to jack me, protect me, untie me, fuckin’ fly me
went to see a shank and a butcher knife
i thought i wasn’t afraid of pain anymore
without restrain able to chop my own
the shank is so that until i get my knife together
i look good
but i didn’t buy either