A Static Lullaby Radio Flyers Last Journey
its cold, its raining
and Connecticut is hating me
the snowflakes on gallows
in the fall serenity
lay me down on thorns and nails
splintering the bones
lay me down on thorns and nail
the last one to pass in his bed
again..leave me alone..I'm sorry, sorry
lay me down
Poison nails
Lay me down
in this bed
he's warm he’s floating
and the angels wings are carrying
the radio flyer sends for him
and the mother now buries it
lay me down on thorns and nails
splintering the bones
he last one to pass in his bed
I'll open this bottle of wine
