The Hexx

Capistrano swallow answer to your inner voice

And please return

God installed that radar in your pointy little beak

So you'd return

Epileptic surgeons with their eyes x'ed out

Attend to the torn up kid

Salivate and reckon with all the sick things

That you did

The secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count

Has lead them astray

Pray their intuition leads them crashing into bodies

In a perfect way

But I saw you reeling in a parking lot

I saw you rallying round a parking lot

Line up for the comfort and kick it on the bumper

Know there is no leeway

You're standing on the freeway in love

Motion you were destined for the paupers grave

Architecture students are like virgins

With an itch they cannot scratch

Never build a building till you're 50

What kind of life is that

Stalled out on an escalator

Wishing which way to return up or down

My palestinian nephew got his face blown off

In a dusty craft