July, 2005
Granddads out the back with dad, they're setting...

When the pawn hits the conflicts, he thinks like a...

On the way home from school
i turned the corner and he was there...

Backstabber TwoFaced Front-Stabber too,
every verbal gunshot and vocal assault is shouting...

They take you through the hollow tube, and kick...
the stewardess gives you looks as if she can see...

10 gnarled fingers
working wisdom and word to all...

The kids run to the corner, shirts off showing...
the sun rises high, they lose themselves in all...

It's a beauty unseen by true eyes
a color i can't describe...

Under the flickering streetlight
the scene of a fight, a guy's stag night...

Crying in the corner
can't take it any longer...

As i picked you up,
soft brown mottled fur...

Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song...