Dirty Pants

And so I dance in dirty pants

A drink in my hand

No shirt and broken tooth

Barefoot and beamingThe crowd is stomping

Stomping a song

For me to dance to

Break glass and give inMy head is springing

Blood ringing

So I walk down to the creek

And I slither in

I catch my breath

Icy coldThen I walk out to your house

And let myself in

Back you into the corner

And I multiplyI could toll endlessly

Into the bottomless nightGod does not answer this type of prayer