The Spanish Hammer
Chris Slusarenko, Rat Bastard, Greg Demos, Robert Pollard
She drives camaro
Where have you gone?
A voice out in the lead
Puts you in his pocket
And takes you
In his casino
In this bright room
To help you explain
The bad days and the better ones
(That's why she works out)
For predators and friends
Good view from the fire escape
For eyes and legs to lift
Her position
Thrown by a hand
The ball came down
And bounced though a city of words
The ones that you were
The ones that you wrote
Down on a raincheck
Are you still there?
The further you go
The longer you use
The free association
The wildlife energy
The spot on which you die
The island is lost, Lucy
(And here saints cry
No rain sky
It is dry
And her saints cry
For water)
