I was a quick-wit 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
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhereHave I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, American mouth
Big pill loomingNow I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain streamHave I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
Songwriters
BEAM, SAMUEL ERVINPublished by
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