Grey - cLOUDDEAD

«you can’t look cool running across the street»

And bottle broke, and the soap was left sink side

Or the bartenders never pay attention

Show and tell with a gag blindfold wrapped around the entire congregation

Constraints.

«put another dime in the jukebox baby.»

Pocket full of lightning wads and cat calls gush, gush

Like, i’ve never died from thirst

While preaching up the wrong tree

Or slinking through the fence through the posts because you can fit

Forty-two, seventy-one, non-zero

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure

My light bulb’s gone grey.

something, something

Most change since stuffing

My light bulb’s gone grey.

something, something

Most improved since stuffing

A leaf in the twilight looks like a million bucks

Like hot pink paint you couldn’t buy before synthetics

To sit under the first autumn tree in the park

And watch a tee-ball practice just before dark

Sunset is an all day process

One, two, three, now here’s the meat:

I can’t count forty fat women in spandex power walking circles around me

As i stare at a deserted baseball field

Writing a rap in red pen on the back of a printed e-mail folded twice

Hot, dog