I don't need no southbound highway sign to tell me HELL IS REAL
It's where I got my shiners
Harsh time, wise mother of my deep purple under eye
No I don't have to drive
I earned mine, palm fronds of the combine
Sun on my cold face
Strip on my new tongue
Copped it out on the lawn
Wrapped raw in Medicaid gauze
Not so afraid to just be ugly, after all
Baby wants me on my sunshine upswing
Smiling light as lace, kiss like a new snake
Likes the record that my broke down home made
Baby leave no trace or indentation
Peep my gut deep morning shudder shake
The steady knock of the same dark decade raging
Like an Nth generation punk on her birthday
Sun on my cold face, strip on my new tongue
The steady knock
The steady knock of the same
