Charcoal mother will you wear me out



Silver dollar rash



Rain on the lens



Maybe i’m over



The ocean couldn’t

even make you wet



Stand down sailor send your brass rib

home



Save it for a later leave



Heaven must have spit

you out



With sandstorm prayers and pealing bells



Dim

little voice



Jet entrails



Out like a switch



Silver dollar rash



Gonna make you wiser



Got a new

black tooth



Gonna make you wiser



Cooked in orange and

gin



Your winter coat all summer long



Rain on the

lens



Dim little voice



Out like a switch



Cooked in

primer and rust



Glass plums



Dead bums



Mail your

brass rib home....