no prefect no rewrite
i want a warm hand to help off this boat
pass the word
i wait for the report from the captain
i smell the breath of the long slept children
i breathe it in for fear of going void in the chest
then go drunk from the juice they had the hour before
god lord i must be under the Christmas tree again
and now i know i know i did well to buy early and ship fast and wrap tight.
the season got ahead of me
so what, they still came to sit and smoke my pipe
and i agreed to hear their strife
some strife needed me to rise and drive my horse to over the the frozen field
to unwrap the Icey hose to take the push from the deep sump
to drain the cellar who belongs to the slippery fellow who dropped his phone in the cold wet mud water
and now we wait for the sun
and play the dry strings with droll unrhymed hymns from years before they were born
i know not a cool card to play, hey but when the breath rises like exhaust
from the plant where your daddy
worked and lived and
loved and drank on Fridays
the why not?
they all know. we all know - what?
we're all a trip away from the fall
but until then
wail up the neighborhood.
woof it up my sisters
woof it up my fags
woof it up my lonely under paper sleepers
woof it up my haters
lets all collaborate
but only i will exacerbate.
you all masterbate.
i want a warm hand to help off this boat
pass the word
i wait for the report from the captain
i smell the breath of the long slept children
i breathe it in for fear of going void in the chest
then go drunk from the juice they had the hour before
god lord i must be under the Christmas tree again
and now i know i know i did well to buy early and ship fast and wrap tight.
the season got ahead of me
so what, they still came to sit and smoke my pipe
and i agreed to hear their strife
some strife needed me to rise and drive my horse to over the the frozen field
to unwrap the Icey hose to take the push from the deep sump
to drain the cellar who belongs to the slippery fellow who dropped his phone in the cold wet mud water
and now we wait for the sun
and play the dry strings with droll unrhymed hymns from years before they were born
i know not a cool card to play, hey but when the breath rises like exhaust
from the plant where your daddy
worked and lived and
loved and drank on Fridays
the why not?
they all know. we all know - what?
we're all a trip away from the fall
but until then
wail up the neighborhood.
woof it up my sisters
woof it up my fags
woof it up my lonely under paper sleepers
woof it up my haters
lets all collaborate
but only i will exacerbate.
you all masterbate.