Nezt - Dead Man Ray

I hid my thruth between your lies

I stroke the bulb with hands that smelled like cod

I broke my windows and my jaw

I chew the pine pits straight into my velvet strut

well I only stroll to rectify

footprints switched to serial to divert the mud

from dandy hill to rasor lane

the picknick warning signals uncle Tommie’s hut

If we could walk a thinner rope

I’ld sharpen my teeth just to bite down your stretching hope

welcome / welcome / welcome / welcome

the plastic mining union blokes

hold their lunchbox to their veggie god

the hen race ended up in Spain

the fight was fixed and the loser was a rancho snob

the model c ford coughs a cow

the pigeon cancer shows his postrock but

welcome red-eyed rhino welcome fortune-telling fun

while the keepers of conduct call the cradle for permission to run

welcome to my error and welcome to my trial

I’m pulling up a seat to say welcome to the gifted stud

welcome to the choir that interrogates my luck

welcome to the ceremony welcoming these gifted sluts