[Verse 1] Babys ball is all blood red like flayed pigs And silk soft little things Fill a house hung from strings And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings With the other sardines Over cities of things mommies need Light as gas, and halfassedly free Like I was in nineteen ninety three [Verse 2] Over the ruins like were staggering apes What we get is what we take In a split open place where a man can get kinged In a palace of panic and flames Where nobody gets blamed By the tired and broke down and beat In sunken gardens where there was a street [Verse 3] West over water I rambled and paced And the blood river raced Like the sweat down my face And the stadium roared and the warriors embraced And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes And I blazed In the last orange hours of the day Until the dust hazed and hid us away [Verse 4] So little baby, be brave I see your dad riding over the rise His whole cavalcade Watch them run on all sides [Verse 5] And the neon white branches and the carrion fly On a congressmans eye I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves And left under a rock out on Rock Rockaway Beach Beneath the trees [Verse 6] I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze Theres a hole in my throat You can note my last wheeze if you need And then take hold of the rope And down we scream
kinged, scissoring, halfassedly, hazed, sardine