Skinhead #2 The Breeders

I need spit
To crush these beetles on my lips
They run
Down the phonics from my hand to the tick-tick

If I find
One good mallet in my sigh
It won't last long

Tough kids love sad songs
They sing along
Sing for me

We clear the pine
And saved it for the biggest shrine
Made for paler men
For them to sink in

To take the night
We dosed the pharaohs
Pulled the heist
Filled our lungs
And blow out
The sun

And sing sad songs
Sing for me