]ohhhh i hear you but has it really been so long?

that you sat in an obscure bathroom stall,

closed in and yella like a buck on the wall,

took a long pull while you listened to the blue ones?

first you felt bad cuz you were white trash and

then you felt good about it in a moment of arty shit

then you felt worse than ever and laughed your head off cuz

you were in the other room and i was

pretending to take a nap, yes i was

rife with yella

and blues deep

they lowered the anchor the

fathoms bubbled dark as the hate of

all the dead horsemen that canter in

the plains everyone once called home

but we knew they couldnt be measured

and the chain ran out of slack