Paper moons and Calico flowers Steel skies and Destruction flowers. Cotton clouds and Bakelite birds Clockwork fishes and Mechanical herds. Neon moonlight and Origami trees. I am unreal and You are all imaginary. Coffin sleepers and Sidewalk creepers Mama's on the run 'cause Papa beat her. Uncle Joe's not worked Since Vietnam, Frannie got popped For half a Xan. And nobody's eating And everyone is grieving And the light's are out but There will be no sleeping. Old Tom gave me half of His last pack of socks. Everyone is running and No one can stop. Even the Doc is in bed With Uncle Sam Who gave out oxys Then pulled back his hand. What they give one day They take the other Everyone out here is an orphan Crying for mother. Paper tigers and Wax figurines, A bloodied pulsing Heart in darkness Beating reality. Suitcase drums and Burning strats "Heart Attack and Vine" Playing on subwoofer stacks. The day melts slowly Dripping down the bottle. The bottle sits waiting For the mind to get hostile. What they give one With one hand They take with the other: Everyone out here Is an real person. Everyone had a mother.