Migrating Clay Pigeon

Lower lifeboats as you sail through murky water Wear your blindfold, ball and chain. August daughter Muzzle your mouth, dose you up Lay on the ground, celebrate new blood No sugarcoat, stitch you up Head in a cone. Where's the commission? Fear the cold exteriors Tall shadows, Surveillance Fear the scent, the lukewarm breath Clench your toes and bite your tongue Aching, you beg on your knees, loosening collar Shake that old pinball machine for stiff dollars Refuse demands throwing fists Head in the sand where you don't exist Freed like a discarded fish Unprofitable, too old to learn new tricks Fear the cold exteriors Tall shadows, Surveillance Fear the scent, the lukewarm breath Clench your toes and bite your tongue