$20 - Bars Of Gold

I was born in giant buildings

I grew up in giant buildings

I cut my teeth in giant buildings

Here come the knees

I was raised in automobiles

Learned to love in automobiles

I shit out cars and different ideas

Here comes the knees

You can make that high school sound

You can get stock answers

You can build a bright parade

Eat up all the apples that there

Eaten up by every mammal

Burn your flag they’re making new ones

My handprint it was the smallest it was a stupid kind of fear

In this space there stood a monster

A sailboat without a rudder

And without friends bones in the bottom

I hope they’re looking for me

Give me imagination

Give me some place to rest

I’m working it out.

I’m making sense out of it

It’s already turned to shit.

We’ll put a bullet to the rest