Shadows form into hands and dance like scissors across the top of the van Intoxicated by the fever that builds and the hospital pill I am free of this world
North of Corpus five inches from the Sun Spilling out at both ends Feeling like a dead man
I spent the day Painting all the pavement With pink and scum
Daydreaming that My Father is breathing Count to ten then run
First thing I’ll do is scribble out the Sun Cut the ceiling let it spill its guts Can’t stop these visions they come to me Let me tell you what I see
I King Kong up the church steeple Scream at the top of my lungs and wave guns at the wrong people All you plastic pieces of shit Can sit on my middle finger and spin
The heat’s starting to get to me As the van slithers across the sand When they’re gone well they’re gone and they ain’t comin back You can count on that
Shadows form into hands and dance like scissors across the top of the van Intoxicated by the fever that builds and the hospital pill I am free of this world
Hallucinations quicken Unending crucifixion Crown of sickness Radiate my illness
First thing I’ll do is scribble out the sun Cut the ceiling let it spill its guts Can’t stop these visions they come to me Let me tell you what I see
I am free of this world
Hallucinations quicken Unending crucifixion Crown of sickness Radiate my illness