The end of time

The end of law

The end of life

The dogs will howl

And yank the leash

From tree to tree

From each to each



Does the man who makes the shoes own you, clown?

You can't even pry the nameplate off, now can you?

Fix it with your tiny fist there

James Van Der Beek and them sisters from Sister, Sister

The only one that's ever felt this is you

The force that's forcing you

To feel like busting up a Starbucks.



This bitter drink

Has made you drunk

The thoughts you think

Become unthunk

The sea's ablaze

The sky is too

The water's red

And the flames are blue



Nyack! Ronkonkoma! East Orange! Piscataway!