nothing ever changes

except scenery rearrangements

in the affectionate hands of

horsepower assault

best keep your pants on, boy

behind the armor of fault

homeless makeshift triggers

you'll never walk again, you'll never walk again



in the choked mouths of rivers

parted like a sea of loaded infidelity

best keep your stitched lips

starched in a giggle

homeless makeshift triggers

you'll never walk again



in piles of clothing sleep the.....

stitched lips starched in a giggle

in piles of clothing sleep the dead

no wire coat hangers

never again.