At the edge of the world nothing is said. Call a witness. Conversation is dead. We pray for the coming. . But we don't hear a word. We're all waiting around the edge of the world.
The NATO bombs were like sleeping pills. When I smoked the weed that killed Elvis. I took enough to make me ill. When I smoked the weed that killed Elvis.
Car horns and rumba music. Through the city's broken heart. Is this the devil's. Own back yard. . It was forty years ago. That the gangster he fell. To a rag, bag of men.