King of the coalmine.
Lord of the land. He´ll beat your ass with his base hands. He lived in a bar. Sometimes in a car. He went to school, but but ´he won´t get far. Listen to him and he´ll tell you why he´s gonna live and you´re gonna die. He did stupid shit all of the time. He did crazy things. He didn´t give a fuck. You go to school. You go to work. Go to sunday meetin´. Get hit by a truck.

Confusion colusion.
Empty heads and empty bellies. Living large on nothing at all. Going strong shaking like a leaf. Can´t remember when I last dreamt. I´m dreaming now but that´s my problem. Got plenty of time to sink myself. Sunk in a drunk of lordly size, the time and place to philosophise. Not here not now my time is short. Not much progress to report. What if it really is like I said? What if we really are sick in the fucking head? I´ll settle for peace in my time. My peace is forever torn apart. By the little things that give you peace.


Let me be.
Let me live on the farm. Work on the land. Spread out my wings. Work with my hands. Drown a few worms. Live a clean life. Living asshole to elbow. I can hear you beat your wife. Let me be. Easily. Let me be. And I´ll let you be, too. I can´t live off the land. I need more in my life. With so much time on my hands I feel too alive. It´s better not to think too much. Turn off the TV. Don´t look at the paper. It´s dripping with death. Born in the wrong time and in the wrong place. Slim chances for us son to keep up the pace.
Sighted.
Lie to get by. Make a mental note. A note so you don´t choke when you´re called out on the floor. Take a trip on me. Take a trip on me. Take a trip just to take a trip. Take a trip go a long way down. Try to cover up your tracks. I can still see them. Try to stay down wind. I will still find you. Clear freedom.




Reality slid.
How can you look up to me when I´m lying on the floor? The fire always burns much hotter when we´re looking for a cure. I will take the psychic side. You are reality for me. I wish sometimes that I could be real. One time I really thought I was. But I am not the real thing. It is not better with me. I don´t know what is going on and I don´t want to anymore. One chance in ten million at best it´s hit or miss. How can we be together? Howdid it come to this? We´re joined at the hip, psychic-siamese. No need for contemplation. No chance of reparation.

Hollow leg.
I got a hollow leg and it need filling. The Irish curse is full upon me. My name is mud most of the thime. But when I´m high, I´m feeling fine. Can you help me with a dime? My brain is floating on the tide. Can you tell me? Would you mind? Where my house is? I´m going blind. See the broken man standing before you. All broken bones and pickeled liver. I´ll hold my own while it´s worth holding. Then sit on the porch and wave at traffic. I´ve got two hollow legs and they´re over flowing. The curse I´ve got is gonna kill me. Off of the wagon since the start of time. When I can´t feel I´m feeling fine.


Tornado twinkie.
People still work in coalminds. I thought that you should know. They´re eatin´more velveeta nowthan they did long ago. Drivin´very old Thunderbirds. Give me fish heads and grits. And I´ll have a hot cup of Joe. I don´t want no shit from you. Mr truck driver I have no idea where you can score some dope or fuck you a ho. We´re just sharing this hiway. We´ve crossed paths in this place. Oh, that´s not good enough. Well, get the fuck out of my face. The salt of the earth is in my eye. The salt of the earth is being rubbed into my wounds. Don´t want to live in tornado twinkie.