shoes that no man would want to wear

wipe away the night's last cold stare

red fist curled round the house

wash away boy shelly shoes

(wash)



chocolate power is so crisp

the atomic open house is really here

and we have gone so desperate

your power know no bounds

and heavier with time

are our shoes

that no man would want to wear

new tread wipes a wet road so dry

-it stings



into the borrowed course

under the dreadful birds

under the singing soil

and all those guilty clouds



i have seen too much

wipe away my eyes

too much