Between the Northern
And the 4th Ave
I’m looking for change
To give my shirt a wash
I woke up at the
Greyhound Station
On a bed of
Leaves and rocks
My eyes they itch so bad
I scratch an imposing mote
And a pickaxe digs for coal
At the bottom of my throat
The streets they all end
Before they begin
But sirens coat the night
Like paraffin
Between novelties and tanks
A thick summer dust
And a vague sign indicates
The National Trust
In the funnies
They called me Charlie Brown
Drawn an abstraction
Of a nondescript frown
In town for how long
God knows
Maybe
How long
A metronome ticking out
My day and night
But I’m losing sense
Of wrong and right
It’s ill advised to pick up
Girls inside of lint screens
They crumble in your pocket
And reappear an incessant itch
And if my dick fell off it’d be all right
With me
All right
All right with me
The streets they all end
Before they begin
But sirens coat the night
Like paraffin
Between novelties and tanks
A thick summer dust
And a vague sign indicates
The National Trust
credits
from St. Annie,
released August 21, 2012
Nick Nihil-Guitar, Vocals
Chris Icasiano-Drums
Tim Mendonsa-Bass