***HECTOR LEROUX***
If I had three lives
I'd be an artist with a sharp eye
Sleep in the subtlety and hairlines

That define the edge of a brush stroke
that paint the shank of a shadow
lengthening from my colored memory

Then on canvas stretched in front of me
I'd paint all the things that I'd see

If I had three lives

***HELMET HEAD***
If I had four lives
I'd be a soldier just to see what it's like
to get pushed up against the front line

That connects our heads in a row
for an enemy to pick which to blow
backwards into the mud.

Yea - I'd be scared as shit and playing dead
let's get on with number five instead

if I make it out alive

***HEISENBERG***
If I had five lives
I'd be a scientist with a Nobel Prize
a button down shirt and a tro-o-phy wife
to kiss my thoughts far from the answers
make me dumb with classy passion
higher than happiness

Then quotients would upright themselves
and mystery's secrets would tell
how to get eight lives.

***RIMBAUD***
If I had eight lives
i'd be a poet with an appetite
for seeds of truth beneath the ripening vine
but in this field of language
and without a sun beneath a canopy
the seeds dry up and only lies can grow

I'd sit empty in an empty field
with a pulse a paper and a pencil

and I'd write in rhyme

***LEWIS CARROLL***
So I wrote this girl had nine lives
down a rabbit hole to meet a feline
telling lies and blowing smoke right through its smile
which eventually was all that was left
a grin midair in nonsense
at the end in the courtyard with the queen

But i'd get tired of all this silliness
and write the end with death built in

cuz I can't live again

But if I had a tenth live
I'd sing like this and you'd harmonize
and we'd fall asleep in history

Yea we'd meet like we did freshmen year
just waiting for the other to appear
standing outside the dormitory door