Crackers spoil 

In the California sun 

Autumn leaves 

But she never said where she was going 

In your heart 

Your mind grow dumb 

You feign surprise to learn that 

That’s where babies come from 



Remove your grace and ease 

Try to avoid even the casual relationship to cheese 

Girl I’m on my knees 



There’s a righteous piece of cheese 



This twenty minutes 

Doesn’t seem that long 

Still there’s a tendency 

To always get the words wrong 

And here we sit 

Out this tropical storm 

Burning pages from your note book 

Just to keep your hands warm 



In or out of bed 

This sergeant shaved my head 

Your outrageous guess 



Cover them with roses and affliction 

Be the one that hardly speaks of fiction anymore 

To leave when you’re on top 

And your team gets robbed 

Overcastted funny faces 

Hardly reminiscent of the truth 



In the barracks 

By the army cot 

There’s a feller who’s just cut his face shaving 

And as he bleeds 

On his pillow in the dark 

Waiting for the morning 

when he gets to go online to you