a billion faces stare back at me
from the beautiful ocean foam down in a coffee cup
while a moaning storm of drunkards and taxi drivers rages 'round my wagon
"Get the fuck out of the way!" they say
a billion faces stare back at me
far to the east with my fists flung high
might I play up-pop
the sweet swoon balloon of my might
and may
put your fingers where it lingers let me teach you how to play
