Waste of the Day

Sam Mud Mafia dawg Prairie Rebel hound Soggy dog Carter Crumpled can of Faces on a map A map with lonely corners bent and creased Roaring fish at opening No more bedspins Not even a bed while living to belong Follow the fortunes to the sun West Coast pacific Island up Busters Dump scenes from Cotton Creek I watch with painted eyes and a helpful smile A burning cigarettes Keeps time Sacrificing my soul To free the world Not a chance Islands in the sky When the ozone decayed Friendships all time headlights shine Like passing eyes Delicate sinking spear A poor man rounds The world got flipping and this towns went dead Losing that connection connection between my eyes and my heart Already lost my Chakra Talk to me its the greatest day Somewhere we lost what was a fierce embrace by the wind As we fade to white The house killed All that remained Far from the furthest truth In your side of town Love is served With a side order of generousity In this small town Rolling hills passed the quarry alone in the pasture at last everything stops Protesting my lonely eyes with your perky smile If you dont believe With hands held and face down We burned with molten desire Packed our bags left this town Did somebody have an ace up their sleeve Or were they just winning too much But we were family Drink played music charade More to ignore In fact the better it gets One could be guess As somebody got hurt Someone got killed