Rider Okkervil River

[Verse 1]
Baby's ball, all blood red like flayed pigs
Silk soft little things
Fill a house hung from strings
And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings
With the other sardines
Over cities of things mommies need
Light as gas, half-assedly free
Like I was in 1993

[Verse 2]
Over the ruins, like we're staggering apes
What we get's what we take
In a split open place where a man can get kinged
In a palace of panic and flames
Where nobody gets blamed
By the tired and broke down and beat
In sunken gardens, where there was a street

[Verse 3]
West over water, I rambled and paced
And the blood river raced
Like the sweat down my face
And the stadium roared and the warriors embraced
And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes
And I blazed
In the last orange hours of the day
Till the dust hazed and hid us away