Silencing the DAT machine and switching on his PowerBook, he brings up his "Lyrics" file, and says, "I wrote this piece called 'In Cold Blood.' I probably will recite it during the show. But this is as I wrote it, I haven't rewritten anything." He recites the following:
I read a book once, called In Cold Blood. Pages of fact did me no good. I read it like a blind man, in cold blood.
So the story of a three-year-old child. Raped of soldiers, though she'd already died, Made the mother watch as they fucked her in the mud. I'm reading the story now, in cold blood.
More now coming off the wire City surrounded, funeral pyre Life is cheaper than talking about it People choke on their politicians' vomit.
On cable television I saw a woman weep Live, by satellite, from a flood-ridden street Boy mistaken for a wastepaper bin Body that a child used to live in.
I saw plastic explosives and an alarm clock And the wrong men sitting in the dock Karma is a word I never understood How God could take a four-year-old in cold blood.
I live by a beach, but it feels like New York I hear about 10 murders before I get to work. What's it going to be, Lord, fire or flood? An act of mercy or in cold blood?
