A Place in The Dirt
We are damned and we are deadall god's children to be sentto our perfect place in the sunand in the dirtThere's a windshield in my heartWe are bugs so smeared and scarredand could you stop the meat from thinkingbefore I swallow all of it,could you please?Put me in the motorcadeput me in the death paradedress me up and take medress me up and make meyour dying godAngels with needlespoked through our eyeslet the ugly lightof the world inWe were no longer blindWe were no longer blindPut me in the motorcadeput me in the death paradedress me up and take medress me up and make meyour dying godNow we hold the "ugly head"the Mary-whore is at the bedThey've cast the shadow of our perfect deathin the sun and in the dirt