burn stomach turn curd whey the why of Ralph lauriat
and jane curtinowsky over the rainbrow of self me hide in the side of sky
rain down upon the green fields everywhere but fucking here and you, you are
just another babe lost in the woods meeting grandma in a wolves coat and
looking for signs everywhere and I, I am just another greasy engine jockey
waiting for my big break on the track and you and I live on the next block
and I will never meet you and you will live lonely till the day you die
though you mother many children
just like me
