Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb,
In the city of Molotov,
In the province of gun,
In a whole off the highway
In the land of two suns.

Sometimes I get pissed
When
My blow goes like a quickie in the snow

But I'm sure I'll go down inside.
I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
in the seed of a bastard
Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
On the feet of a dragon.

Some night's the wind pipe's covered in dope.
I pray it be covered in a rope.

Me, me, me.
Grief, grief, grief.
Beat the heat.

Grunt fuck.
Grin fuck.
Push her in the snow fuck.
The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.