mindless
dark metal hands crank out cantankerous applause
basked in engine oil and chain smoke
this town feels like a mudpuddle being stomped in
by a retarded child on a sugar high
dim men living hard lives,
propped up by dumb, bruised women
suckling dumb, bruised children
If it were summer I'd envy them like early Sam Clemens
I'd sings songs like Bob Dylan
get hard over simple living
but I ain't seen the sun in twelve days
and all I can think about
stuck in this traffic jam
is how they're all mindless, shitting pigs
I mean that in the nicest possible way