1,2,3 Your illegal name in watercolor

On a piss stained Frisco truck

Hoping some camera'd catch your face

And the rain came down

And the fat worms showed up like seared shut

Half clotted blood vein sections

Fast fossil dried up

You've got no God hand in the when of a raindrop

And the paint the you use was waterbased

The sound of light rain and burning leaves is the same

The hound in night's brain learning dreams is untamed

There'll be a time for drying up and dying on sidewalks

Years for beards in the bushes in someone's backyard

Dead dog in the shade

Like an empty old seed pod

Did you stay up all night?

Sprawled out over a xerox enlargement of my placecard

Weeping backstage

With the pretty plus ones ignoring you

Ooh these are selfish times

Oooh these are selfish times

Ooh these are selfish times

I got shellfish dimes and sandollars

I'll no longer be the whit or gaylord's heavy

The glasses, beard, and bigwig must go

I did not play bigger bank in the backseat

Of the cheese that seemed risky

But my jeans were called huskys

I wrote this one on chipped dead elephant ivory

And when they come I close the closest door

I wanted to breath on beat

And go a fifth higher than my physical voice was coined for

I wanted to serve with hunger

But my gut split and the hunger men poured into war

Ohhh, these are selfish times

Oohhhh, these are selfish times

Ohhh, these are selfish times

I got shellfish dimes and sanddollars

Did you stay up all night?

Sprawled out over a xerox enlargement of my placecard

Weeping backstage with the plus one babes

No!