Dirty Pants

And so I dance in dirty pants

A drink in my hand

No shirt and broken tooth

Barefoot and beaming

The crowd is stomping

Stomping a song

For me to dance to

Break glass and give in

My head is springing

Blood ringing

So I walk down to the creek

And I slither in

I catch my breath

Icy cold

Then I walk out to your house

And let myself in

Back you into the corner

And I multiply

I could toll endlessly

Into the bottomless night

God does not answer this type of prayer