It will always be
The end of time
The end of law

The end of life
The dogs will howl
And yank the leash

From tree to tree
From each to each


Does the man who makes the shoes own you, clown?
You can't even pry the nameplate off, now can you?
Fix it with your tiny fist there

James Van Der Beek and them sisters from Sister, Sister
The only one that's ever felt this is you



The force that's forcing you
To feel like busting up a Starbucks.


This bitter drink
Has made you drunk

The thoughts you think
Become unthunk
The sea's ablaze

The sky is too
The water's red
And the flames are blue


Nyack! Ronkonkoma! East Orange! Piscataway!