Field Commander Cohen

Field Commander Cohen He was our most important spy Wounded in the line of duty Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles Leave it all and like a man Ah, come back to nothing special Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines And silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides And racial roller coaster rides And other forms of boredom, advertised as poetry I know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men have fallen Where you promised to stand guard I never asked but I heard That you cast your lot along with the poor How come I overheard your prayer? That you be this and nothing more Than a, just some grateful faithful woman's Favorite singing millionaire The patron Saint of Envy and the Grocer of Despair Workin' for the Yankee dollar Drinkin' Roman Coca-Cola Go down, point to mama Both mother and daughter Workin' for the Yankee dollar I know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men have fallen Where you promised to stand guard Oh, lover come and lie with me If my lover is who you really are And be your sweetest self awhile Until I ask for more, my child Then let your other selves be wrong, yeah Let them manifest and come 'Til love is pierced and love is hung And every taste is on the tongue And every kind of freedom done Then oh, my love, oh-oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love