Universal Nurse Finger
Tobin Sprout, Robert Pollard
I celebrate far too but not exceeding my potential
Risking injury, this is music for people one thousand years old
Slapping salt on soldier boy, his guts in his cupped hand
The horses breathing Freon
With engines gunning, the Lord is coming
I celebrate over the sketches of a deteriorating landscape
How can a sissy play ape without risking injury?
