Squeezing my lips tight
A brown face stares back
Gripping mine own throat
The white dove wears red on wednesday
And I keep telling myself I ain't gonna stay
Not a drink for the worms
No a smoke for the jokes
Justice has its rules and never a need for thee
Too late now to call any woman for free
Knowing now there was never anything else to be
Lost in a world where no one loves to care
Fire in the garden, tomatoes are all a runnin'
Original, modern, ancient lost farmers
All ideas to make the wearer warmer
Tell yourself a joke while walking down the block
Cause' no one around is watching your high clock
Dead and gone and lost and found
Ain't no fooling it, nature's guns got the bullets
Smoke curls naked on the lips of the young
As they twist, grind and drink for lack of sun
Creeping my eyes gaze on these evaporating souls
The last time I fell in love I was paying a high toll
Tokens pull themselves apart like mother did when I made my start
Writing about writing and drinking to drink withering
Is a sad and worried way to throw the dart

Getta' T-shirt
Make a blog
Inhale some smog
Save it for the dog