Pulled the pin
Look at that guy
Count to three
Writing postcards
His arm twist like a cat's spine
Nothing on his mind
Closed his eyes and hummed
I'm confused and thirsty
Waited to explode
He got orangeena by his side
Waited to feel fine
You speak English?
Well he weren't holed up in no bunker you know
What a dummy
Just walking the bank
21 and never been unbuttoned
Watching the river go
Yeah - he was already lost
Past a queen in crocodile shoes
Still gave me a drink of course
Square-toes from out of town
Was going to ask him if he wanted
Past a fridge on wheels forgetting the news
Something in it and
Past a wrinkled breast that's
To send me a card from this little island
Going to brown
But he stood up brushing lunch
Pulled the pin
From his shirt
Count to three
And I'm already back at work
He arch his back into the sun
Look at that jerk
Saw Lawrence on the water
On Lawrance on the water
He felt the water run
He make me wanna run
He waited to explode
He make me put my head in my hands
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