• I was a quick wet boy,
    diving too deep for coins

    All of your street lights
    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

    Cursing my sore blunt tongue
    Watching the warm poison rats

    Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
    Pissing on magazine photos

    Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
    Blood of Christ mountain stream

    Have I found you,
    Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
    Or lost you,
    American mouth
    Big pill, stuck going down
    ******************************(Ooh)