Fetchin bones

Slits in white, cuts in snow Like bits of blackness on a sheet of darkness Void is not needed to define a space Where there is no, there is no substance I know what is there behind the last door It...

You need my flesh like they weaned you early They taught you to pout and threw you out Now you come to me, knives in your blue eyes and a hungry look You mangy mutt, with those blue eyes you cut Get...

Sammy is so well to do A bad guy in red, white and blue There he came down the street twirling a baton and stomping his feet On the 4th of July it rains It always rains on the 4th The sky goes black...