Grey Machine

Pinback

on the left side

a parking attendant sleeps

selling space and time.

on the right side...

they have grasped the concept

of property.

understand that space and time

can be twisted into someone's

monetary advantage

but, i can see myself

In that building that stands

across from me.

Reflecting in the sky.

You can see yourself

Swim along the giant whales

down the street.

Reflecting in the sky

On sunny days

The people on the beach

Like ants in my food.

They must have closed the mall.

Here comes whitey to exploit

The simple pleasures nature gave me,

Then Try to tax them all.

Lay in the yard.

Curled in a ball.

hails in your mouth.

Keys still in the car door.

Face in the dirt.

Smells more than clean.

Synapsis tapped.

You're well out.

On the side of the house.

Its burned in the ground.

That secret code.

That signal go.

There's a stain on the grass

That's calling us home

You lie inside for the

Transistor send.

My heart skips a beat.

Lie blinded.

Out of reach.

Out of touch.

Out of ink.

Out of kindness

Never hazing new guys.

Out of teeth.

Out of thought.

Out of time.

Out of life

Like cattle grazing.

Your mind.

On the way to the car.

On the of the stone.

On the edge of the lake.

On the end of the joke.

On the crack of the floor

On the slab of the day.

On the dent of the face.

On the mind of the cop.

On the scar of the rat.

On the last of the calls.

On the rest of the doc.

On the smile of the kid.

Pick me up.

Take me home.

Get me out of here.

Please.

On the underside i'm letting go...

they know were on to them.

we know to avoid - their snare

they're pulling us back

we run for cover

escape is far

i'm letting go...

its scaring me

break...

i'm gonna break...