Mouth Full of Dinner, Chest Full of Hurt

I’m a pop cult broken clutch accident

Oh jus’ sat around waitin’ to happen

My goggles are day-glo but my hair is black

Know nothin’ of jacking up

But wishin’ to learn if that’s all you have

Lying back, arms south n’ east

Talk into my shell-like if you please

Remind me where the horizon meets them years

Tie off the chain where ‘the Idyllic Cross’ stands

And pierce my heart to my nose to my ears

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