Hanging Out

Leave it He's already gone The trimmings Litter the law like diamonds I'm filling every pocket Bend over, Tate in the yard I'm gnawing a bone in the dark Birds are out They're flat on their backs and powered down My neck, it cracks a million times My back is a worn-out limousine Mmm, it's inspiring Dancing with Tate in the yard Holding him up by the throat They pour from a pail Like piss in a river Down with it all Down with the lot of them Hanging out All slick from the garden's open mouth Oh, I could do this every night I see his body loosening The jaw hangs likе circuitry I'm four on the floor in the dirt I'm chewing his facе like a hog I'm chewing his face like a hog