Emotional Breakdown

 ”Stranger Tongues”

Oh the babies we could make out in parking
lots of young punks jealous of U.
S. A. is rotting in the air between our
screams and bloody microphone screens
Why do you keep your
hands in the pockets
of all of your ex lovers jeans?
I saw you smoking outside the free clinic
Cul-de-sacks of shit and rings
Whats that? I dunno.
Wont be done until your lips go numb.
Making love to the hooker under the moonlight
Kicking the canes from the elderlys hands
You were road-raging with the student drivers
And draining brains from a braided head
Whats that? I dunno.
Wont be done until your lips go numb.

Wes Eisold