Follow the road
Swallow the snake
Find shoes in the corner
Run away
So it's cowboys in flying colors riding home
Leave my tears
Multi-colored plastic spheres
Everything we want to know is in them
And
Banging in fevered ports
Banging in the night
Ankle deep in mud
I
With your bright yellow gun, You own the sun
And I
Read the stop signs
I can't love nothing
I mate, kill
You wake
do they appreciate?
slap an art over everything they see
luxury
it's a
Catch catch catch catch catch catch catch
Catch a bullet in
They took a picture
And from this cold lightning living me
Counting backwards I count you in
I don't remember him
I don't
Crabtown, baby brown, It's not work at all
It just slips
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough
It's just the lack
Of time I keep
Reaching out, lashing out
I have two heads
Where's the man, he's late
One burns, one's
I'm the lady who locks the door
I'm the lady who
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