Lovely empty baseball field, just one of the places to sun. Like a hot pink kite with no string. Heads rolling. You make heads roll. . Whistle the day away.
Start with your fingers they finger the change. That carries you home in our evening. You're bee stung there.. Press your palm to your snow-coated thought cage.
Fell out of the sky, I fell out of the sky. I check the time while you wait for your clothes to dry. I cut lemons and lemons and limes. . One sour finger, pretty as a picture.
With your bright yellow gun. You own the sun. And I think I need a little poison. . To keep me tame, keep me awake. I have nothing to offer but confusion.
Banging in fevered ports. Banging in the night. Ankle deep in mud. I can sleep in mud. I was a kind of hooker. My lover was free. . I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble.
One, two, three, four. How many, many people outside your door?. Two, three, four, five. How many, many people outside?. . Four, three, two, one. I don't think you can hold your own.
Lovely empty baseball field. Just one of the places to sun. Like a hot pink kite with no string. Heads rolling. You make heads roll. Whistle the day away.