Nietzsche's Way

Robyn Hitchcock · A Star for Bram [2000]

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They come in different flavors

And history refuses

To do them any favors



The insects point towards you

With numbers on their collars

I'm dancing with a sandwich

That cost eleven dollars



That's Nietzsche's way of telling you

That's Nietzsche's way of setting you down



You were in love with Caesar

But Caesar in a body bag

It could have been a grow bag

If he'd been a tomato



That's Nietzsche's way of tempting you

That's Nietzsche's way of setting you down



I don't like that word "absolute"

You see that loathsome superman

He flexes by your sundial

My physique was inadequate

So I became a dreamer



It's the privilege of youth and beauty

To hate themselves

It's the privilege of youth and beauty

To fade



If something doesn't kill you

It's gotta make you stronger

And as you haven't killed me

You must have made me stronger



It's the privilege of youth and beauty

To corrupt themselves

It's the privilege of youth and beauty

To decay



Los Angeles police

They come in different flavors

And history refuses

To do them any favors



That's Nietzsche's way of telling you

That's Nietzsche's way of setting you down

Of setting you down