13 dezembro 2006


Crackers spoil
In the California sun
Autumn leaves
But she never said where she was going
In your heart
Your mind grow dumb
You feign surprise to learn that
That’s where babies come from

In the barracks
By the army cot
There’s a feller who’s just cut his face shaving
And as he bleeds
On his pillow in the dark
Waiting for the morning
when he gets to go online to you

lambchop - crackers.

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