when i sleep in your head
all the animals are dead
and id make it a song
but its a quilt of skin instead.
and i give back to my church
but they think that they are thieves
theyre on the job while i marry
writing checks for alimony.
my three children bury me
inside of all their tombs
and they pass out and know
that im an animal too soon..

fallin asleep at the wheel
and i wake up with no cash
gettin high on garbage
gettin drunk on trash.

ill turn your kid into a puppet
with a color t.v.
for a mind with eyes for buttons
salty broken screens

the umbilical chord
is plugged into the wall
and its drippin wet with surgery
playin a scene
of dead vets workin
on their own bodies
lookin for the coins they swallowed
to pay the fare for the ferry.