Mississippi Kite

You paint your own TV on the wall

Carve out insects to feed us all

Lights flash by and the fast world echoes your thoughts

Your compass led you to the edge of a lake

You'll singe your nuts down there if you take

Such bad advice from the love gods of hate

You'll get cold

You get burned, you get cold

On the plush green rug in the lime green light

Eyes like white stones in black light

I promise you everything that you like

I go "Mississippi kite"

Gloss assails us then dims

Comic book nights, L.A. grim

The Hollywood martians, lucky stiffs, fucking win

You told me enough times you can't give me enough rope

To hang myself one time, but I can always hope

You come down on me so hard that I choke and go

You get burned, you get cold

Meanwhile, I feed you boric acid and air

Lemon drops, snow cream, speckled eggs

The sweat seeps in through a crack in your head

You go "Mississippi kite"