subculture

hey, welcome to your summer
baby take a seat
do you want to become her
you'll have to hide those beer bottle teeth

the truth is at your feet,
in the flowers & the fools
doesn't that smell sweet?
it's the skin you choose
[you have created your skin to fit over yourself
you're fooling yourself]

there is a roadblock
where we made angels in the ground
where i prayed & you talked
they're just mud puddles now
it's not a crime to waste my time
just a stitch of the skin - you hardly drop a dime

i pray in time you will find what you're tearing apart

an ode - this is an ode to subculture
to lists, fingers, whiteface & coins
to apathy, chucks & club vultures
to treason & bikes & boys...