Rider

歌詞

Baby's ball all blood red like flayed pigs Silk soft little things Fill a house hung from strings And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings With the other sardines Over cities of things mommies need Light as gas, and half-assedly free Like I was in nineteen ninety three Over the ruins like we're staggering apes What we get's what we take In a split open place where a man can get kinged In a palace of panic and flames Where nobody gets blamed By the tired and broke down and beat Sunken gardens where there was a street West over water I rambled and paced And the blood river raced Like the sweat down my face And the stadium roared and the warriors embraced And the golden shore groaned 'neath the weight of my tastes And I blazed In the last orange hours of the day Till the dust hazed and hid us away Little baby, be brave See dad riding over the rise Crash his whole cavalcade through the crowd Watch them run on all sides The neon white branches and the carrion fly On a congressman's eye I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves And left under a rock out on Rock- Rockaway Beach 'neath the trees I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze There's a hole in my throat You can note my last wheeze if you need Take a hold of the rope Down we scream