Raintracks

And it's something like-
-Take-
-Me-
-Back to the house
Where the stripes run yellow
All tackle the riot
That hums like a cello

Oh, concrete rise
Show me a rainbow
See a pot of gold
Full of copper - paintful

I once climbed a fence
Made of bony fingers
I'm a rock 'n' roll singer
Chasing after winter

My hive's a plenty
Future on a penny
My heart's been broken
More times too many

Wednesday, 1:00 AM, I got a voice
Not living, just staying, I got a choice
Not staying, I'm playing, I got that noise
No crits, all craving for these backwards boys

I got toys, yeah I got a bat
Yeah, I got coins and I got an axe
Hail, I got coy when I got asked
Yeah I heard Pink Floyd and that shit's some crap!