Sunset comes down, the grey skies awake.
Too many players and too many waifs.
Into the fire. Into the fire.
The cold wind, it trickles and turns.
This dizzy evening is my own.
This dizzy evening is my own.
I lifted my hand to a crooked bird
She lands on my finger like I knew she would.
I put a written message on her rotten claw
And told her to keep it forever more.
She flew a zig zag all over the streets,
Rose up to the clouds up above this heat and
In a hundred hours or weeks or more
She'll die with my message on the ocean floor.
And I will always have words
Drowning.
In the Atlantic at the bottom of the sea.
In the Atlantic at the bottom of the sea.
To say a word is a fossil is the truth.
You read these now and recite and salute.
Tell me how, tell me how you got here?
We drink and drink and drink and drink and drink.
I lowered my hand to a rabid dog,
And he licked my fingers like I knew he would now.
Then I put a gun to his frothing head
And I whispered that he, he'd soon be dead.
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