Sunspots In The House Of The Late

And it's all the rotating eyes

And it's all on the same postcard

And it's all on the same damn shirt

Sound asleep in the same Sear's camp house

And it's all in the great state parks

And it's all on the same Greyhound

And it's all so many miles

Beneath the dirt, brown dirt

Frequent flyer miles to the island

With the biggest mall on Earth

And it's all the same rest stop

And it's all the same damn shirt

And it's all the same Greyhound

Sunspots

In the house of the late scapegoat

Down where the paint's all peeling

All the muscle cars bring the lead

I got myself a fine, fine, fine, fine print

Say it all to the next scapegoat

And it's on the same damn face

With parts repelled and attracted

You're feeling screw tape on your size, it's eating

Sunspots