Friday, August 14, 2009

Bullies in the Rain

Just along this shore
a dented space in your heart

You can’t be complete without a street

Your precious lake
wanton John, candy in rome

Walking out in the lamplight

Like boppin’ the blues
you made my feet all right

This is for that sound
this is for that sound

Who’s that sound?


What a little baby
sitting on his modern knee

His body was sucking in
my habit, soaking wet

We’re gonna sing
about a cool drink of water

He died with a salmon in his hand