We fight til we fall, us chairkickers all we cling to these coils and curl in a ball
the harbor is teeming with commerce and crime I own only what owns me this place ain’t my home but i’m calling it mine
there are cracks in the minds of our own humankind that are leaking out poison and hope which we choose to imbibe is our own to decide be it internal life or the ghost
blazes cane lady lively a trail through tiny downtown cane baton twirling wildly mows the mundane all down
will the admiral answer when Will and I call? place your bets on the limits of a beast’s appetite and the loser buys all
there are cracks in the minds of our own humankind that are leaking out poison and hope which we choose to imbibe is our own to decide be it internal life or the ghost