the crispy whispery voices of the naked hungry clones
made their way beneath my rusty dusty skull and bones
description of encryption had been floated out to see
but I ain't no doctor so dont ask me
the coating on her carpet left a twinkle in my eye
but when I made it home I didnt know if I should laugh or cry
cops keep patrolling
around and around
same old block
same old town
movements follow
scripted voices
a medieval
circus clown
beetle bailey
wont you give me back my life
pa** the bu*ter
but please dont pa** the knife
the pounding was pursuing the crossed path I had to take
up above my head the crucifix and down below my feet the snake
hat tipped hair tossed back my eyes pushed out to see
but I aint no doctor so dont ask me
teething breathing mud and blood back to my brain
caressing what it was the sweet beat of my cane