K-hole

Tiny spirits in a k-hole

Bloated like soggy cereal

God will come and wash away

Our tattoos and all the cocaine

And all of the aborted babies

Will turn into little bambies

Wounded river push along

Searching for that desert song

And Mozart's requiem will play

On tiny speakers made of clay

Tell my mother that I love her

Martin Luther, you're an angel

Charming monkey, saunter swagger

Drunken donkey, limbs disjointed

Your chest is a petting zoo

Mexican pony, fucked up shoes

I dreamt one thousand basketball courts

Nothing holier than sports

Dragonfly, kiss your tail

Precious robot, built so frail

Universe of milk and ember

Your hot kiss in mid-December

What's God's name? I can't remember

Through the crack eye lovely weather

Through the crack eye lovely weather