dick burns

Where do you move when what you're moving from Is yourself? The universe works on a math equation that never even ever really ends in the end Infinity spirals out creation We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying We aint sure where you stand You aint machines and you aint land And the plants and the animals, they are linked And the plants and the animals eat each other
Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me, Callin me, all the time like blondie Check out my chrissy behind It's fine all of the time Like sex on the beaches, What else is in the teaches of peaches? huh? what?
I drove around for hours, I drove around for days I drove around for months and years and never went no place We're on a pass, we're on pass I stopped for gas, but where could place be To pay for gas to drive around Around the Interstate 8 You go out like a riptide You know that ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo Black hair and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of The ground's colorful patchwork
left all my kinder parts rusting and peeling that guy was complaining as he looked at the ceiling my nose isn't that big it looks nothing like me we're all doctors trading sadness for numbness grass looks much greener but it's green-painted cement the mayor's machines are there cleaning the pavement you can't make dirt clean so we'll just lemon-scent it