The Hill Dwellers
Way back deep into the brainWay back past the realm of painBack where there’s never any rainAnd the rain falls gently on the townAnd over the heads of all of usAnd in the labyrinth of streamsBeneath, the quiet unearthly presence ofNervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills aroundReptiles aboundingFossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a moldWindows rolledBeast car locked in against morning.All now sleepingRugs silent, mirrors vacant,Dust blind under the beds of lawful couplesWound in sheetsAnd daughters smug with semen, eyes in their nipplesWaitThere's been a slaughter hereDon't stop to speak or look aroundYour gloves & fan are on the groundWe're getting out of townWe're going on the runAnd you're the one I want to come