Hell with no tercels is the worst hell. five minutes after brakes
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chasing windmills. we were all born short, that is why we wear
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heels. even the pope wants that bass you feel. he's got tinted windows
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and purple stripes, every other part of the car is white. when he
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honks the horn she knows it's time. arguing all day and every
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night. he'll move out of his parents' when she becomes his wife. the
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shine on crucifixes makes you blind! who the fuck but jesus can say
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you're fine? who the fuck then? god's in me..
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fibreglass hummingbird...tiny bird looks rad! the hummingbird's a
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civic - jesus died for your sins - catholic fashion, that's not just
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bread you're eating
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lesson in Civics #1: no hubcaps 'till you're sure you're done. black
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windshield keeps out the sun. kinda meaty purr when the engine
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runs. hanging out by the girl school all of june, like a line of cabs
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but better groomed. local parents think the kids are doomed. sleepy
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lids from monoxide fumes. girl he knows leaning on the roof, offers
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her a ride but it's no use. hatchback: graduation's kissing
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booth. held back - goddammit!!!
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pull up to the church peel out like a prayer. and not a god damned
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thing can mess my hair. don't need satisfaction 'cause there's
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something there beyond what you see, feel, hear, or wear... whatever!
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let the priests worry about that! he's on the cross to get my
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back. most of the time salvation seems like a trap. bass bins = harps,
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halos = hubcaps. we have it figured out, it's the will of the lord:
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holiness is black light running boards! it's right there in the bible,
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building absorbed, from the first man - i'm adam!
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