Thursday, August 26, 2010

Slummersterranean Homesick Alien

The breath of the boring
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm slummers air

I live in Arlington
Where you can't smell a thing
You watch your beer
For Mya won't be back

Up above
Maltans hover
Making home movies
For the folks in the basement

Of all the weird bar owners
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in their patrons
Joe has the most secrets

He's so uptight (x7)

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