Honeydogs
Into Thin Air
Behind shaky worship heaves a bitter moonMother wit and street smarts bloomThings fall apart the center cannot holdWomen on rockets and the men all followThere might not a file but they're keeping tabs on youOil on water and the turd in the LouvreTurncoats smile and then they grieveThey dig your grave shallow so you can breatheInto thin airInto thin airInto thin airInto thin airThe yellow sun will someday smolder redCords and cables, steel and concrete lie useless and deadNo worms and blood, bones and hairA paste less shell powders into thin airInto thin airInto thin airInto thin air
From Letras Mania