kodak pearls in your flesh
riding high on cash
thriving on pressure
downing a measure
before the dawn shows the cracks
rondo fiercely hits the gas
removes the woolen mask
blue of the morning
glue mouth fails at yawning
tumbleweeds along the tracks
towards san jose he awakes
blood warm red lakes
throbbing pain
a daylight stain
he knows he’s moving
being driven away
a short circuit disco
the grooves for pay
and the silent mourner
stays yet another day
the land exhumes a threatening hiss
rondo needs a piss
ditches and dunes
cigarette fumes
much too wound up to stop
he’s remembering his mother
his softly spoken brother
he hates them so much
he’s punishing the clutch
he really doesn’t know what he’s doing
when it counts he cannot find the brakes
when he sees the barricades
velvet dreams
along the seams
riding high on cash
kodak pearls in his flesh
plus the weight of the body
he’s pulled back by the body
and the bridge post crash
and a thousand tears
turn to flesh
bringing you home
no sigh, no moan
two lives go down
