it was on the rotating eyes

it was all on the same postcard

it was all on the same damn shirt

said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house

it was all in the great state parks

it was all on the same Greyhound

it was all so many miles

beneath the dirty brown dirt

twenty miles down the islands

the biggest mall on Earth

it was all in the same rest stop

it was wall on the same damn shirt

it was all on the same Greyhound

sunspots

in the house of the late scapegoat

be aware the paint's still peeling

all muscle cars made of lead

I got myself a fine fine fine fine friend

it was all in the next gray ghost

it was all in the same damn place

the parts to pound attractive

your feeling you owe on your size is bleeding

sunspots