Raisin


Sun fucked onions on a snow capped peak
echoes ooze down the slope
spreading dread in my head
like my song for matches are the cure
love my long lean clean lick

tasty

I am the one to go on with wrong
saute the sun fucked onions in their
expensive expansive exploited accountants
dressed in coveralls of an erupted raisin
a message in a missile misled

BOOM

the background plays a vedder ledbetter
makes me cry for it all
once and for all of what more to give
a crap
in my lap of wanting to dance
on their heads and crack a smile
to myself, my eyes
in a rear view mirror

tour 2016 (bring us back to life)

I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
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