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 mass 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!