trace your jonesin' to the house
we'd camped in all winter
virgin mothers crowding the quarters
extreme prediction to i don't know
the boredom you've felt is all a dream
i should know i've visited twice and plan
to go back next year for a vacation with
the whole fam convenience store sore eyes
haunt my bespectacled life exquisite salivating
an ivory whirlpool pardon me the film blurts
of course it's styrofoam the leopard's eyes
are made of and of course you can pet it
it was you vs. the city your left hook
spun the streets like a fiend's eyes
aimed at cornered world settles in a candle
for your mouth to shove through
the inky tentacled nettles of dark
we are made of what the stars shot back