-The wrecking ball does swing
Hairy knuckles on control
The weight of your world
Your body pays the tolls
-Good days and bad
Happy worlds and trash
-Lipstick paradise
shots of whiskey would be nice
-Virgin thighs for my head
And the debt is undead
-Were the crazy corner gospel
street man hymns
-Bacon frying on a tin can land
And an old women living in a shoe
….… screaming get your ass back in this house
you dirty S – O – B
-Ice cream truck fairy sprinkles the youth with the sav of ” it will be o k ”
And the paste of DOOM is in home room, roll called today
the carpets stained with blood and walls filled with death the names in a tumbler spinning stained glass for their breath -
-The memory of sunshine found dead on its apartment floor
souls In the headlines for acts against the state
- the better part of ourselves the better half raped
a legacy of shame the size of a nation
-poor it up as a strong libation I ve got stories to tell but I do not tell them well
a minor from kentucky on a purple horse and buggy said all was still in the cycloptic hills cuz there is no oxygen left to breath
- the canary is on its knees choking and hacking and forgetting about its wings
- and there lies the trouble from brother to sister
all in one image and stuck outside
- the dirty damn truth is there is no where to hide
- the dirty god damn truth is there where to hide