Mohawk

Waiting with cops Women complaining in Russian tongue Kids dancing asking questions no matter The waiting zone so stale and lit by light Only functional and soul negative The energy is you coming from the barricades An entire you to love with kissing A matter of time which I can only float with Knowing your imminent delight A prayer come true Turn on your device and strike me wild, Bolt to leave you is to feel your tiniest toe To smell he most perfect herb in its blessed existence On the farthest hill anywhere the soul the planet may wish Jazz bop plays through the automatic doors Each note in awe no purpose to submit and dominate And submit again It is the enthusiasts conceit that rock n rol l leaves the stage It now trades books at the front of the room The words are useless and demure And she talks like an animal her umbrella screeching on the street Feminine beauty is all, all else bows You surprised me in the shower Your hair was done up in a Mohawk And you aughed, then you jumped out Darby Crash came back from England with a Mohawk Though he might' ve referred to it as a Mohican You're laugh stays with me, it's not the first time