Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise Now peter had paul don't have
My poor uncle jimmy turk He got his house full of water and dirt In that flood of '94 pine island bayou Came thru his door In that flood of '94 That
I've been waitin' on a cold front to trample this sun I've been callin' my mama on the telephone I've been cookin' lots of chicken on the kitchen stove
If you want to make some pickles Take your time make some brine Put all those little things you love In vinegar and wine It ain't Chinese algebra It's
A pinetar rampart in that there front yard I got ripe in a way You see that's mine out there in one goddamn night Half eaten half eaten I got ripe
Started out late In my dirty plaid coat Watched my heel Lift the dead satin dress From the ground One day I touched it with my hands And it scattered
Spent my whole paycheck On the goddamn rent And much more I can piss and moan about Gonna piss and moan right outta here Spent the whole damn day
This afternoon I walked out into a ditch The crawfish stirred the water The papermill blew in on the southeastern wind And it was raining in port arthur
Midnight drive down on Jewella Rd. Methamphetamines and carryin a lonely load Roaches in the ashes, truck jamming "Limelight" Look like it's gonna
Expecting me to clean my house out Under my fridge I found the roach bug They were eating my potatoes They even got to raise a fambly It ain't no failing
expecting me to clean my house out under my fridge I found the roach bug they were eating my potatoes they even got to raise a fambly it aint no
Whistle through my wallet Rent's due - I ain't got it I like my water heater Its's a leaker in my stadium blitzer Livings gotten easy Everything
I used to get hungry, used to get perfumed Used to get weak kneed when I'd play Used to get hogtied, used to get sanctified Used to get whiskey (scotch
I washed it with water Made it smell like rosemary A funny little tearbox A chest full of laughter Well I drank hot coffee Well I drank so much coffee
I kissed the ground I coughed it up My lemon skin My broken jar I pushed her down on my way up I saw the top Of her head I was tired So I went
Well the south congress whores they is a movin? on down the line They moved the cinema west down to Interstate 35 The Ho?s got their Johns following single
Out of the gravel From behind the smallest stone Go home Walk back With your wet cotton bags back home Tobacco for sawdust Tobacco for sawdust The Big
Coppermine, oh coppermine My great-great grandfolk on my father's side Used to work,in a coppermine - oh yeah A penny here, a penny there Won't you