Skinhead #2

I need spit

To crush these beetles on my lips

They run

Down the phonics from my hand to the

Tick Tick

If I find one good mallet in my sight

It won't last long

Tough kids love sad songs

They sing along

Sing for me

We clear the pine

And saved it for the biggest shrine

Made for paler men

For them to sink in

To take the night

We dosed the pharaohs

And pulled the heist

Filled our lungs

And blow out the sun

And sing sad songs

Sing for me

Sad songs

Tough kids love to sing along

They are free

They are free