[00:12.34]Baby's ball is all blood red of flayed pigs
[00:17.27]And silk soft little things
[00:20.33]Fill a house hung from strings
[00:23.77]And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings
[00:30.53]With the other sardines
[00:33.77]Over cities of things mommies need
[00:37.27]Light as gas, and half-assedly free,
[00:44.27]Like I was in nineteen ninety three.
[00:52.21]
[00:54.96]Over the ruins like we're staggering apes.
[00:57.12]
[00:59.80]What we get's what we take
[01:04.24]In a split open place where a man can get kinged
[01:09.60]In a palace of panic and flames
[01:14.07]Where nobody gets blamed by the tired,
[01:17.20]And broke down, and beat.
[01:23.60]In sunken gardens where there was a street.
[01:34.42]
[01:35.87]West over water I rambled and paced,
[01:40.94]And the blood river raced like the sweat down my face.
[01:47.63]And the stadium roared, and the warriors embraced.
[01:54.64]And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes.
[02:01.60]And I blazed in the last orange hours of the day,
[02:11.47]Until the dust hazed and hid us away.
[02:19.33]Little baby, be brave.
[02:22.09]I see your dad riding over the rise,
[02:28.21]
[02:32.59]Crashing his whole cavalcade through the crowd.
[02:37.66]Watch them run on all sides.
[02:38.02]
[03:09.43]The neon white branches,
[03:11.19]And the carrion fly
[03:12.02]On a congressman's eye
[03:15.15]I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves,
[03:21.90]And left under a rock out on Rockaway Beach, beneath the trees.
[03:31.62]
[03:32.80]I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze.
[03:37.62]There's a hole in my throat.
[03:42.63]You can note my last wheeze if you need.
[03:49.49]Then take hold of the rope
[03:52.55]And down we scream.