I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins 
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys 
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair 
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere 

Have I found you 
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth 
Big pill looming 

Now I'm a fat house cat 
Nursing my sore blunt tongue 
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks 
Pissing on magazine photos 
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold 
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream 

Have I found you 
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth 
Big pill stuck going down