Mooch - June Of 44

It’s clear to him and everyone like him

Where the sidewalks turn

When he needs to leave

Buy a pack of smokes

And walk down the Ohio

They don’t smoke the first one last

They give the last one away

Give it all away

It’s clear to him and everyone like him

Giving the gift is impossible

Forget it

Leave it alone and move towards the sidewalks

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

Inhale and exhale and the smoke comes through your teeth

It resembles the smoke stacks and incinerators

Where they stand, where they grow, where they breathe

He breathes on by the highway, enchanted by the car lots

He’ll keep his distance, he’ll do without

Stating that certain things are impossible

He’ll do without

Uneffected and unaffected

This man will be free from pain

Free from guilt

Free from innocence

Free from emotion

Free from integrity

Free from any sort of

Love or anger

He’ll never be moved

All he’s in it for is the work

And all he ever does is work

He’s not here to think about it

And there’s no question

Leave him alone and the work will get done

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale