Rolling cables slick with beer to hang up on The broken stands, the house lights​ lit Our injuries for crowds with plastic cups That clapped beneath bartenders' sleepy brooms And boom, boom, boom Boom, went absent cases down the stairs Into the parking lot out back A burst of moon, a blast of air
An understanding somewhere Between the turning signal clicks The shiny food we found with gasoline The daily prayers of set-lists, tender jokes about Retards and crashes and queers I lost the chiming ring of keys to everything Safe and safely locked away back home