you dont ever have to say a word. a little chant opens up the record. and you just imagine all of these shadowed faces circling the song. waiting for it to really kick in their teeth.
thats not what is really on my mind. i want to stretch my ears until i can hear no longer.
nail the letters in my mailbox to your front door, saying, take them back.
im moving out of this house with my family and im going to torch the land so. no one. can take it back.
you think you own these patches of property. you even call it that. but i dream of women and paradise. knowing that both will always only want to be touched.