White Crosses

I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain

I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions

I don't know what's going to cure my unsettled stomach

Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk

Their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled

Their minds and vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity

I'll make my way back home to you

Head north on San Marco Avenue

White crosses on the church lawn

I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all

Pony tails swinging back and forth behind

Beach-blonde college girls out for a jog

St. Augustine , shine your light down on me

Pop hits from the '90s echo out of tourist-filled bars

I am met with arms crossed under dirty looks

I am treated like a common thief

I'll make my way back home to you

Head north on San Marco Avenue

White crosses on the church lawn

I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all

Eavesdropping in on conversation

I wander aimless leering at strangers

Strung out on the amphetamines that you gave to me

Eye-balled with suspicion by a pencil skirt in high heels

You realize that you're talking to yourself

Cannon fire explodes out over the bay

I'll make my way back home to you

Head north on San Marco Avenue

White crosses on the church lawn

I want to smash them all

Looking for context and perspective

Looking for some kind of distraction

White crosses on the church lawn

I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all

I want to smash them all