I thought I heard you   in my room last night   lonely lemur calls   in my walls last night,      when I was all alone, in the palm drunken night   when I was all alone, bejeweled in the night      pulsing we are hearts, but bleeding unlike diamonds   tying up ourselves, but bleeding unlike diamonds,      and it's bad,   but, it is Bad America   under the western sky...      I looked up another thousand times   you colored my world violence   you made me warm when you hit me   with a nail in my arm,      I was all alone, I could have die there   I was all alone, and I did not care,      but, for a burning second, of red love in the dark   but, for my burning hands, grasping in the dark      and it's bad,   but, it is Bad America   under the western sky...      And there's girl breath   up and down my spine   but, that was a river ago   I knew you'd come in time,      I was all alone, though it was a sea ago   I was all alone, and where did you go,      and there's vein-like children, on the waterfront   smack-rotting faces, on the waterfront,      and it's bad,   but, it is Bad America   under the western sky...      it is Bad America   well, alright...