The wrecking ball does swing
-Hairy knuckels on controls
The weight of your world
Your body pays the tolls
-Good days and bad
Happy worlds and trash
-Lipstick paradise and shot 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 SOB
-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
- 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 third eye -
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 no chance to hide