Tiny spirits in a k-hole   Bloated like soggy cereal   God will come and wash away   Our tattoos and all the cocaine   And all of the aborted babies   Will turn into little banbies      Wounded river push along   Searching for that desert song   And Mozart's requiem will play   On tiny speakers made of clay   Tell my mother that I love her   Martin Luther you're an angel      Charming monkey saunter swagger   Drunken donkey limbs disjointed   Your chest is a petting zoo   Mexican pony fucked up shoes   I dreamt one thousand basketball courts   Nothing holier than sports      Dragonfly kiss your tail   Precious robot built so frail   Univers of milk and ember   Your hot kiss in mid December   What's god's name I can't remember   Through the crack eye lovely weather