Iron Gondola

Sit on your floor baby,
Cut it nice now,
Don't leave it out,
For the wolves to hide now.

Shave off all of the debris,
Leave the part that's got sheen,
Pink plastic Jesus,
Dashboard pristine.

Types of adhesive,
Myriad of sedatives,
Sleep in the eye of,
Flying like a black dove.

Call me up,
Call me out,
Fluorescent teenagers,
Murdered baby cubs.

Shoot him with my left hand,
Grab him with my right,
Santa doesn't come early,
His gifts were stolen nights.

Time refuse to comply,
Time don't give a shit,
It was perfect, it was punk,
But now it's just awful.

Pig for a pig's blood,
Blood for a pig,
Hold it to the reckless radio,
Static pouring shtick.

Valley of the Chevvy,
Road full of aedes,
Cross my mind,
Crossing arms,
The way you took him by the guns.

Mama said your eyes are cold,
Your eyes are blue, they're getting old,
Soon will turn to scarlet red,
Like the sun that never sets.

Profusely bleeding,
Profusely loved,
Profusely needing,
Profusely shoved.

Girders weak under the bad man's sneakers,
Pouring rain on all the weepers,
Kings and Queens with yellow crepe papers,
Chaperones and limelight teachers.

Leave before the lightbulb flickers,
A glimpse of faith,
A glimpse of snicker,
You don't wanna see what you've barely done.

I wanna see beyond the seer,
The pulchritude,
I ignored so dear.
You said it like a Democrat,
And checked me like a Siamese Cat.

A battery that never works,
A scenery that never stirs,
A working class of battered eels,
A slur of times you've seen the reeds.

Banana, apple,
Maybe lilies,
The fruit of nets,
The fruition needies.

A monoxidal beauty,
A gasoline affinity,
I saw your platforms fell apart,
Inside the bus, inside my heart.

The modern way, the modern scales,
The modern tabs, the modern ail,
Cursing the man that works the rails,
Don't be too happy, don't be too stale.

To cry and tell a lovely joke,
A watery knife, on blithering stoves,
The mother whets the sword of sin,
The daughter weeps the hole within.

A cocaine stare,
And marijuana hair,
The mirrorman,
The fountain wares.

You wanna know how much I love,
The way you burn the petrol cove,
Like cyanide but coloured you,
A face, a smile,
A hug or two.

Your high brow,
Anti-tobacco,
Marxist ways,
The way try to stop the haze.

A lost child in unpleasant sickening yellow.
Sickening, blistering yellow,
The banker asked her,
Where's your mum,
She left me for,
A shilling and a dollar.

In,
Out,
Work,
In,
Out,
Home,
In,
Out,
Death,
In,
Out,
Up,
Down,

Or up?

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Fading off the carpets,
And dirty little monsters,
Under your beds,
Are now on it,

And now she's saying

The TV is a cuckold,
Your husband is a trucker,
It gets more entertaining,
The way she died.

Pink plastic Jesus,
Dirty on the dashboard,
Panoply adhesives,
And make-up drawers.

Frugal as fluorescent,
Dubious adolescence,
Dancing like a drunk bee,
All the way to Borstal.

We all say,
The ones we sate and love,
We all say,
That we'll never have enough,
The modern way is the only way to buff,
Oh, the 20th century move,
Is nothing special.

Sunday was a church day,
The day they burn the churches,
Setting souls on ire,
The slave of all desires.

But then mother was an atheist,
And now she's just a feminist,
The way she changed the lightbulb,
And never got down.

And he said,

The arson doesn't know who,
Or what he's trying to kill,
He's burning copper nickels,
An archetype marks.

We all change,
The ones we sate and love,
We all change,
All the things we've had enough,
The new waves just a ripple in the dust,
Oh, the 21st century moon,
Is nothing legal.

The butterflies are smog-stained,
The caterpillars last brain,
Climbing Eiffel towers,
To get to Spain.

The desert is a moron,
Marijuana ism,
The day when I was nothing,
We smoked a win.

Castle alabaster,
Imagination pageant,
When will they land here,
Guess it's not tonight.

Childhood in the pits,
Growing up a fit,
Charcoal on my fa-ace,
Sparkled fiends.

Titanium or clay,
There's nothing much to say,
They all apply the same thing,
For building walls.

We all pay,
The ones that sate and love,
We all pay,
A shilling for a dove,

Mother,
Don't say a word,
Just an endless drone of fears,
Artless marks indent by tears.

He told me that,
Heaven sakes,
Was just a lover's way to go,
And you know I didn't have that with you.

You taught me God,
You taught me how to cook,
But then a single word,
Also taught me how to look.

Billy's waiting down the valley of cars,
Isn't it peculiar,
That under the stars,
We're the only ones here.

Where have all the people go?
Has Satan made a covenant,
Cause I feel nothing.

Marijuana mischief,
In the pockets of a man,
And the leavings of his band,
You thought mean it,
But you didn't understand.

Yeah punk was great,
Punk was a liberal,
And then you came,
And made it considerable.

Now I feeling of a smoke machine,
The same way you taught me the way to run a fifteen,
I thought it was clean,
You know what I mean.

Black dress baby,
Black all the way, baby,
Cut my eyes and make it a writ,
From these balls of cottontails,
And you saved me,
Well I stay ail,
You got my tongue,
In a radio static rung.

Controlled makers of the gun.

Cycling down the trees of Alaska,
Maybe someday it will get better,
Weather I don't see whether,
Any angry manner,
Might get us helter-skelter.

And you partied to the times of fortissimo,
The patrol boy gave you a ticket,
You said,
Darling, let it go.

You don't remember,
The names will still,
Be written in black and blue,
And maybe concrete.

But then the lighting suspiciously,
Turn to a hue of the same one before,
When something came out,
Something you love and adore.

Fluorescent mister,
That's what it is,
The cocaine eyes,
The monotone mist.

From the beams of a girder,
Too greasy for a murder,
Rains a blood of bovines,
On the rulers of the parquet floor.

The man in the gondola shakes his tiller,
The moon is gone,
They're only fillers.

The glow in her cummerbund,
Under her dad's dinner jacket,
Throws off a friend,
And it caused us a racket

I'm the janitor,
It makes you wanna come to this place,
Of a wonderful real estate,
Cause I'm the realtor,
And every single shingle is one plus another,
It's like you're the mother,

Of all the six kinds of glue,
I don't know you,
I don't really know how to,
So if you go for awhile,
I would see a trail of a pouring static.

A master of efforts,
Or lacking too much of it,
The stand up indecisive moment,
Where you don't give a shit,
About the Eiffel Tower,
And the pink plastic Jesus,
On your dashboard,
The tape won't work it tonight.

A tornado at hit,
In the eye of a fit,
You get your guns rewired,
And the stark rehired,
To the point of wonderful blandness,
And you go pass all your shucks.