Cat Stuck Orgy

Betsy Ross and Atlas in a sideways wind game
for the sake of fire and freedoom and shame
who knew the players would all end up lame
some of'em not even knowing their name

Crossing the Delaware on a mare with no steam

expecting something better from a corn-cob dream

stealing and ringing the locks of the scheme

seeing what others thought they had seen

who knows and who cares a line with no end

take all your pictures but none of'em send

no one wants to hear from you again

you stoned out drunk once son of a friend

Tables turn out from the curtain behind

fuck what you wish and leper be blind

no one is left to raise you this time

the age of foul whispers and writing and crime