under polk’s craven gun
ol fuss and feathers rides
under the two-ton buns
horses tortured far and wide
back in the great white falls
he ate the lead and wore the paint
weak as water now
weaponizing like a saint
now our city is gone
our lady, she’s weeping
i’ll be driving down to your door
maybe catch you while you’re sleeping
joy is watering my face this morning
i have seeds to sew
round your back yard I’ve sunken each one
watch those tendrils grow
i’ll watch the sunshine on everyone
mid-century dreams demand
mass production, creamed and canned
in a distant son, the drunk
worms makin the bend
run run dejected one
got a lot of family but they’re lovin you none
cry cry drinking your lye
barley’s filling up the fields and drowning the sky
throw him in the barrel
toss him down the stairs
broken at the lighthouse door
i heard some dogs laughing
joy is watering my face this morning
i have seeds to sew
round your back yard I’ve sunken each one
watch those tendrils grow
joy is watering my face this morning
i have seeds to sew
round your back yard I’ve sunken each one
i’ll watch the sunshine on everyone
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