So long to silence
Bragged there’s no stop signs here
Kindred, crooked hubcap protects the Chevrolet testicles
The lonely senator struck his plastic pitchfork on the steel plate on his head
I swallowed their bales of hay and gunpowder and ducked the spark
Though luckily the shrill jet whines
The treasure rides on a ringing roof
Eyes shooting blanks
Show me, show me