I was a quick wet boy
diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair,
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
and called for you everywhere
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I?m a fat house cat
nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm
poisoned rats
curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine
photos, those fishing lures
Thrown in the cold and clean,
blood of Christ mountain stream
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comHave I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down