Entropy's in, embroidered on skin
corrupt, latch-hook thin for show
You're in
Stretched on this city's grid
Sometimes I feel so well hid
Pinned
Said you were
10 feet tall, yeah and bulletproof
10 feet tall,
Take me down to the desert sea
I don't want to
Tracing oil trails and streaks of black,
serpentine, to certainties that
I don't want to talk
I roll my red eyes back
Closed
She walks forward over, over and backward
Forward over and over
Blue-eyed bloody lullaby
Less a lesson than an alibi
Shot from only
Old Mule by Arthur Smith (Spoken)
Old mule, you're the son