I reek of third world homes
Lined up in crooked rows
It irons out in time
It irons out in time
I'm barb-wired barefoot skirt-hiked street at dawn
SUV's run amok
I don't know who they belong to
I clock out backwards
Walk home through seas of salt
Through your plains and hills
And I have traversed many miles
My bones have shouldered many styles
Beneath this old cold blooded sun
And its assortment of textiles
The teeth are crowded in the mouth
And all the flies are headed south
The body's out of focus and
The mind is fuckin bogus
you've got to spread yourself out
you've got to show some restraint
I guess I'll just have to draw my wages
And consult my local sages
And tape up all of the tore out pages
I push through ink of night
I'm singing in keys so right
Tattooed pupils on my eyes
If you're down and you are out
But your throat won't let it out
vigilance.
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