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Back in '99

After Columbine

I had the strangest dream

Liquid angels swam thru the halls of

Waretown Elementary

Teaching us little hicks new ways to exist

New ways to see

Way out there in the dark space

Between the galaxies

My friend Jimmy was sitting next to me

Then suddenly he was not

And when they got to me

Asked if I believed

I said «believe in what?»

Then I woke up

Mama take me mallwalking

You know that I’m an empty kid

You buy me stuff to try and fill me up

But I think I am bottomless

All the daddies drive every Friday

Way out past oyster creek

Put their pickup trucks

In a semicircle

Pass the pints of rye whiskey

With the ghosts of original people

Dancing in halogen blue

Then I came to

Mama takes me mallwalking

She knows that I’m an empty kid

She buys me stuff to fill me up

But I think I am bottomless

Mama sing a song to me

When it’s time to put the dog to sleep

You are strong when we are weak

Keep the name tags on your key ring