Honey Maid Bird In The Hand
Burdened the pair of stars.
Green eyes that she knows.
Warn in the west
She fell back.
Living amongst the crowd.
Background noise to them.
She's so sad,
I'm already dead?
Jesus!
Heed us!
F. E. M. A's will feed us!
The soul laughs
Like retards
Swept up
To be our sorrow!
Weary the path that follows.
(long cold)
Demons can't be far.
(behind you)
Good luck then
Bird in the hand.