To Geezer Butler: (or how we all wish to be a bad ass when we are in our sixties)

i wonder what the argument was about... who's the better artist to slice your wrists to??
probably a toss up between Robert Smith and Robert Plant...
but oh god let's not forget Morrissey and Madonna...
i once had this dream that i had slit my wrists while listening to like a virgin...
that song has haunted me ever since that night in Cincinatti, Ohio

its not easy for spies like us,, just keep thinking of myself as Dan Aykroyd...
but in reality i'm more of a Bill Murray type character, with a huge imaginary fan base...
always on the run, always having to hide away like a folk family on cracker,,, or camper van beethoven.  yeah its true the song was sung by somebody else but all i ever see is them and you.

so here's to you mister butler... and this time i dont mean geezer
i meant rhett butler...  who is rhett butler??  mister rhett butler,
who are you and why did i just think of your name?