hellsforheroes

Maybe Minnesota only knows
It wouldnt be true
Like the auroras I loved under
This is just another winter thing

The days when skies like genesis
Dont end like before which day
The second day of firmament
Pumpkins and pinks, snow and sky

Nobody would believe the Roswells
Nobody would believe Gram Parsons
The desert does funny things
Thinner air

February love, cold it will be, dire
Cheshire cats and hatters aloof in quiet
Hallucinations of cabin fever
Writers lose their mind, I have

Holiday heeling, spilling overtures
Dead family crossing thunder rivers
The great migration, of life
Supervores, thats all I got

Superior my computer says
I disagreed obviously
I am not god
But realize he fools with rules too

The sky is paint
The daylight in the midnight
Fuck it, fuck winter
If it doesnt kill yeah, you get stronger

Rightwing god, bless you poor fools
Left Wing God with Limousine, poor down there
Here is moneyI just stole from the rich whities
Left Wing god in unions..

Recovery time, heart attacks, reforms, death and taxes
Extreme right wing godI shoot cans
My god.quack, quack, quack
Why always god

The midnights I need to bask in apolitically
Come rebel rouse with me
Some cocoa and herb
Fires and cold lip kisses

This lost union before, so I beg
Be Emo for me gorgeous
Which way to the flickering eyes
Bright pounding drums, gorgeous

All about my sky, beams of sticks
Marshmallow suffering burning breath
I couldnt figure it out, my alley way
Whistling manic winterthe dead of winter okay.

I got nothing, just these jars of flowers
Maybe pickles, sometimes, organs
A lot of jars to laugh at
My mystery science theater. To you.