The Four Winds

[Verse 1]

I never don't float with the four winds

Sweat cold, piss warm, make war films

No doors on the forcefield, radio ahead

I log any palpitation of the web

Whether aphid or angel of death

Entertainment or threat

By the end, you're a savory crepe

Models that mar every orbit and corner, it's horrid

There's more exhibition than voyeur, oh boy

Cold dawn mist incarnate

Every day, I wake up in a different carcass

If I climb out quiet I'm myth before tea

I see no need to initial the tree

I seem to have run out of skin on my teeth

I look like I feel like a fish in a beak

I look like a dick in my picture ID

But also the pic isn't me, huh

[Chorus]

Sideways rain that chew the zoo up

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Sideways rain that chew the roof through

Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes

Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes

Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes

[Post-Chorus]

Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break out

Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break out

Break out with that bullshit money

Break out with that bullshit money

Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break out

Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break out

Break out with that bullshit money

That— That— That— That bullshit money

[Verse 2]

If he cultivate the grit that make a foal deface the brick

That make a bolt escape the fist

Some days on the road to make, he miss

And make the whole of the probe equate to piss

Blood rain, I'm a phase of the forecast

Storm through space like a blade through stored fat

Graze over the gate in the gore-fest

Ain't really play to the neighborly format

Great, baited adventuring out of his norm is a lesson in mapping the doors

Anything more in the lap of the gods

Anything less an imbalance ignored

Seems like even the ragtag grab bag

Raise eyebrows when your rat pack quack quack

Spitfires that kiss the pitch dark

He rows a big oar

He spins a grim yarn

[Chorus]

Sideways rain that chew the zoo up

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Sideways rain that chew the roof through

Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes

Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes

Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes

Sideways rain that chew the zoo up

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Okay losing a shoe in the mud

Sideways rain that chew the roof through

Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes

Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes

Home

[Verse 3]

The one with the red cross sprayed on the door and a mountain of mail on the porch

The one with the pit trap cloaked in the grass and a thick black smoke from the cracks

The one with the werewolf chained to a tree and a circle of flames at your feet

The one with the ominous regional lore

Why? Which one's yours?

Ignore that, don't care

Toast the march of uncombed hair

It came from beyond the red coals and road flares

XO, bring his own moat to the social

I'm so stand offish, nobody's host cell

Don't, just, just, just, just don't

Pulled to the flames while pushed to the rope

I get the hooks in, I hold the helm down

I stand the hell up, I see myself out