Drop in the Gravel
Ay, he's got a spike on his heel
For real that way he can kick sand when he drills
Paging pills meadows bellow black rainbows marching with toxins jaded snap paint strokes
Faded on faint spokes
Ghost wheels scavenging barrels we sip straws to drain folks but still
Days go on lidding tops of hills where Jill is
Package established stacking cappings in the village
Kindling visions rose fingers flicker hoppers
Tides vibrating swayed hinge dropped the bobber
Curtain fiends shackled to a tack to what they're building
Add up the rafters kid you'll never reach the ceiling
Twisted knot centerfold lapped get the flowers out
Riddled off subs hold back for the shower scout
Glistening chins rose flask at the spigot spout
Three wise men shack welling off a drought
Tactics blunder batches they wonder how
Steer the ship cap' you can't go hiding under bows
Slobs want the slab mostest back to the posting tracking acid doses
Swimming under trees laughing at bastards poking
Strayed off when he discovered a craft coasting
Vessels addressing a bridged gap embarking vast oceans ropes holding master quotings
He's just a Drop in the Gravel
He's just a Drop in the Gravel
Didn't know he was a jellybone til he had a run in with a man behind a megaphone
Woken with his belly shown
Focused on a jabberjaw muddled blaring kettle tone
Blown from a cone. Lungs are torn shrouds
Industrial factories package war clouds
Smother "oh wows" lost in the travels
Looking for the flow but he only found a
A Drop in the Gravel
He's got so far to travel
Harvested by starving kids tarnishing the carpeting
Whales spill oils in fields reveal the harpers grin
Knitted by gritty
Fools fill pockets and split with the witty
Crept fluid gates peeling news in the city
Lept through the drapes feeling "oo ew sticky"
Dish sent back by Mr. Picky. Too dry
Colder than a coal but he only has a cool eye
Marking where the drool dry. Grimy
Timing the arrival of the poo fly
Zoo tribe dine through stew swine
Strictly inhabited an addict Laying patterns in the attic with picks
Evident he's reticent spelled on his lips
Click pictures of a grey scale blade of grass trash heap
Vultures circle cultures scanning for scrap meat
Walking with a keg. Hanging cliff notes in pack peels
Carriage oozing movements stiff choke on snack meals
People say he's a caregiver
Won't loan a toke when he's running on shared livers
Folded paper boats floating on flared rivers
No fibbers in town looking for fair bidders
Had a close one packed up his briefcase
Hopped on the carrier met by a bare shiver
He's just a Drop in the Gravel
Didn't know he was a jellybone til he had a run in with a man behind a megaphone
Woken with his belly shown
Focused on a jabberjaw muddled blaring kettle tone
Blown from a cone
Lungs are torn shrouds
Industrial factories package war clouds
Smother "oh wows" lost in the travels
Looking for the flow but he only found a
A Drop in the Gravel
He's got so far to travel
