Vic Chesnutt Scratch, Scratch, Scratch
scratch, scratch, scratch goes the cat on the carpet she stepped in the blue water bowl twitch, twitch, twitch goes my eyelid my tounge in a cavity hole I lost my passport one hairy night I think they found it in the bald-bulb light now I wait calmly in the holiday cold my love is lent out, tucked in a skinfold my love is lent out, tucked in a skinfold there goes my baby not really in the middle of the murder surely left of center of the swirl I bolster my conviction as a character reference with a sweetie-neatie drop of pearl the crowd at the courthouse passed around the flu blew through steamy faces still in shock in the parking lot freezing, doing sunday suit paces then we were dismissed and I drove alone to a friend's then we were dismissed and I drove alone to a friend's
