A sad asshole is standing over there by the fence, did somebody forget it, did someone beat it up?
It's not bleeding and it's not wearing clothes and you can't really tell if it's a man or a woman
And everyone's wondering while they're passing by: does a sad asshole really have to stand here?
Not that it's anyone's business but it's late November and this asshole's not wearing anything
Why doesn't it have goosebumps, why does it seem so lethargical
Why isn't it at least ashamed of itself and why are the eyes so big?
A sad asshole is standing over there by the fence, did somebody forget it, did someone beat it up?
It's not bleeding and it's not wearing clothes and you can't really tell if it's a man or a woman
And everyone's wondering while they're passing by: does a sad asshole really have to stand here?
What is this sad asshole thinking? What does it want from me?
Does it want loose cash? Does it want alcohol?
What's someone like this doing here?
I walk over to it, it doesn't move, it's playing it cool
Now i can see it's an asshole sculpture, I touch it, it seems to be some kind of plastic, very true-to-life
I'm taken back, I'm going home and I don't know:
Was it reality or a dream or was it the hidden camera or was it art in public space.