Dust On Snow - Cruise Ship Sam's Cult

Dollars were a dollar off bought in bulk
Hot ham legs slopping in and out of garters like pudding wave pools
Store security with red ink tentacles and wrestler legs on every end display
Deserted in every aisle
Eating his shipmates before he finishes himself
Raft of shelves, we bail out into the day turning over
Like a lake waves, swoosh, nothing but sunset
And the something's-dead-stank wind
In the wide open mouth of the capitalist harbor
You can only sell your chains
Off you
(Take your time, hurry up)

Pig gotch your tongue
You're a cat up a tree
Your'e a house phone tower
Dressed like a tree
A big google balloon
The pigs on removal platoon
You fig private and personal
Fully rigged and assumed
Covering your junk yard
Dogs all in ruin
Jig's got your up
Banks got'ch ya money
Heaven's got your back
You're a rat up a wall
A tap on a phone
A high utility bill
Dressed like a home
Reason gotcha blackmailed
Strutting 'round in skimpy wages
Contagious got yur tongue
Licking up every (Gov) milk bowl like a (Concentration) stamp
Permanent good intentioned murderers
Markers in this bathroom Stall
Doorman's got your foot
Investor's got your hat
You gotch yur hold up
Pig in a blanket in a sex on the beach
Tossing back/down worthless words
Frig gotchyour angst
Beating the cat up against the tree
Free all the way up until memory
Dead all the way up to death
Down gotch your time
Morning robe and wet evening routine
You're a robbed wallet, never hurt
A scratch on the daily post
A host for things not lesser than you
You're a mirror without reflection
The security tag that doesn't know it's there
The whole ocean that can't see itself
But in the sky
Like a low tree
Adapting into a cell tower
PR's hot spot
Where's Haldol
Find the rock under the rock
Break it over
Mind gotch your tongue
Eat the drapes with it
Grate gotch ya cheese
Smile from the nothing left
Everything's already here
In bulk

Written by:
Brad Hamers

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