Down by the banks they are Standin’ and starin’ Someone has buried his pink limousine Rainbow dressed lady with Titanic thumb Pickin’ strangest fruits they’d ever seen. The shirt on my back has just Started to crack Changin’like litmus, frail like her breath Small paper saint, his wings covered With paint Shiny with big pearls of sweat. Pink litmus paper shirt Little girls juggle money-bags full of Stained glass Their little feet barely touching the street Print color’s bleeding all over The grass Is announcing another retreat.