Flightless Bird, American Mouth sing and play along

I was a quick, wet boy diving too deep for coins.

All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys.

Then when the cops closed the fair,

I cut my long baby hair and stole me a dogeared map,

called for you ev'rywhere.

Have I found you,

flightless bird?

Jealous, weeping;

or lost you

American mouth.

Big pill looming.

Now I'm a fat house cat,

nursing my sore blunt tongue.

Watching the warm poison rates curl through the wide fence cracks.

Pissing on maga the zine photos,

those fishing by lures and thrown in the cold and clean blood of Christ mountain stream.

Have I found you,

flightless bird?

Grounded, wheeling;

or lost you

American mouth.

Big pill looming.

Now I'm a stuck going down.