stitches like no bloody eyes haves seen
i've been drinking down my kidneys
sending warnings to my spleen
all the cheese balls have been chewed on
and we're left with the obscene

never needed to go, but i'm gone
never needed to be, but i've been

dancing wireframe of manhood
in torn jeans of summer blues
for the blood on scared knee scars
so you wouldn't have to choose

i'm on hard times, bulls are steaming
sky is filling with red tape
bed sheets and turned-down gypsy beats
silence what is almost, but not rape