The spade of man is pushing up

With all their fractured wrists, good general

Burning our childhood homes

With turpentine

Inside their siamese wounds

It’s death & dying


Swim in the swill, we will

On the kitchen floor

And wrap my bones in birds

For a real good cause

Oh, mother Mary

She holds me in her arms

We’re strapped to a tanker

In a warring world


See all these dinosaurs?

They want to rule the world


I’m ready to wash my hands of you

Next time you bring me more bad news

I’m ready

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