Thin White Rope Elsie Crashed The Party
A round of loud birds, a round of scaly bends,
A round like trench warfare and my brother's back again
Elsie crashed the party ina homemade leather dress
My love and I build her a sled and dragged her to her
rest
All cities ont he edge of the land
Where salty waves push sand under the door
Are full of people who don't understando
Why we have chosen to stay out of the war
These longings drive us to the edge of town
Where old houses may stand or we knock em down
It isn't malice, it's not a game
And not even Elsie will leave as she came
All the cities...
We broke the law and left the porch light on
The sun is brighter than a hydrogen bomb
Thirsty and damage I answer the door
To Elsie my creation, my creature from the north
All the cities...
