Like the dream that used to scare me as a kid where my head is not in concert with my feet which are just sliding on the checkerboard beneath making bloody angels at a tugboat speed I see blue for a second just before the second wave falls through and it's the only sky I've seen since we made this barricade of dog food Then in a flesh flash flood it's covered up and it occurs to me that I'm about to get my check cashed 'cause there is a dead ma** deposit of teeth I see one way out and one way in and I the spitting image of my father's sin The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them, the second is a place that I have already been I see one way out and one way in and I the spitting image of my father's sin The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them, the second is a place that I have already been so what should I do? Head for that blue? Well I guess I stopped screaming when my feet got a grip on the floor I threw a whole shelf of tuna at the three between me and the front door I saw red ribbonnettes blossom out from the head of the undead by the time I could blink I was blinded and before I could scrape off the violence I was kicking at the deafening silence, "Please!" There's just one way out and one way in and I the spitting image of my father's sin The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them, the second is a place that I have already been I see one way out and one way in and I the spitting image of my father's sin The trouble with the first is that it's crawling with them, the second is a place that I have already been so what should I do? The read or the blue? To help me decide... a gash in my thigh!