A chicken flocks to birds who can't fly
I swat at a mind reading fly
Take me down to where the bullets shoot the sky and the writing on the walls seem to grammatically resign
Show me where the lights hum low and rent 1st knows nobody is home  
Just driving under the bridge
Where all the ancients sip and wish
And I'm down here looking at parked cars wondering where all the car parts are
It's a color of orange and green a bit of rust when you dwell in the scene it's alot of color and music and Como se dice and we're all abusive