Red， White & Blonde

Red, White & Blonde - Subtle

After all no one has to has these days

Since eating one's own shell is sos

So depressing

Scouring your liquid rack

For those first few rats

Euthanizing the young slick horse

You might've high rode in on the white and blue earth

Love with your eyes open

No one spits out mother's milk at twenty one wearing their umbilical

Caught outside their clothing on a highschool dance hall sits

Rushing deep blue purple clothes their eyes alone

And poem and poem

These are the days that'll be

Red white and red white and red white and red white and

Red white and red white and red white and red white and

Red white and red white and red white and red white and

Red white and red white and red white and red white and

And poem and poem and poem and poem

And poem

These are days of anyone being gone

The days of mind convincing any gray god

My time of uncertainty

Noise

And expensive genetic engineering

The time bright black clothes

Behold the information age and it's molecular nitpicking

These are salutations from the nebulous and smoking

Ah these space settings of American cancer society

Hold fork and feud old the terrible break

And poem and poem and poem and poem

These are the days that will forever be

Red white and red white and red white and red white and

Red white and red white and red white and red white and

Red white and red white and red white and red white and

Red white and red white and red white and red white and

And it goes a little something like

Are you busy

Losing yourself

At the aerospace museum

Hand sign gone strong eyes starting to water

And there in the sun

Which beats fear into your wallet

Waking up your victim to befriend cops

At last coming cleaning feeling life like

You wanting to test the cool waters of fallen for god

With the down arrows going in beyond where I want

And the members telling you it's the USA is indicative