I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your 通り, ストリート light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
ストール, 盗んだ me a dog-eared map
And called for あなた everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
または ロスト you
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
または ロスト you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down