The dead dog, on the shoulder of 71
Here's where the flies come in
This is where the flies come in
The dead dog, on the shoulder of 71
Here's where the flies come in
This is where the flies come in
The fat man's drenched hat crumpled in a shivering fist
He's lost the whole house from around him
Every single shingle shattered into atoms
Only he remains, standing circumcised on torn earth
Where his living room once was stripped to his skin
With a wet hate in his right hand
Umbrella inverted and undressed
Stuffed in the top of a trash can
"Right as rain" spokes reach
Grabbing coats and poking pocket books
It's dress is torn to one last spoke
It pours a sliding sheet of rain over the side, what?
Over the side!
The cracked earth cow-skull dirt in a no-cloud blue sky capsule
Leaks out the ozone's bald spot along with your brand new closed curtains
A dozen frozen roses and Cozmo, the thumbed cat
Here's where the flies come in
This is where the flies come in
The dead dog, on the shoulder of 71
Here's where the flies come in
This is where the flies come in
The fat man's drenched hat crumpled in a shivering fist
He's lost the whole house from around him
Every single shingle shattered into atoms
Only he remains, standing circumcised on torn earth
Where his living room once was stripped to his skin
With a wet hate in his right hand
Umbrella inverted and undressed
Stuffed in the top of a trash can
"Right as rain" spokes reach
Grabbing coats and poking pocket books
It's dress is torn to one last spoke
It pours a sliding sheet of rain over the side, what?
Over the side!
The cracked earth cow-skull dirt in a no-cloud blue sky capsule
Leaks out the ozone's bald spot along with your brand new closed curtains
A dozen frozen roses and Cozmo, the thumbed cat
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