I speak my sentences with halting words
You can leave now or believe it
My father's missing fingers
my brother might be dead
Face full of grindstone and an open head
I won't chase you through the streets
or smoke your instruments
I won't cook your Genesis, so leave it
If you're checking back to see
if I've been released or if I'm dead
I'm just watching television,
nodding off and smoking cigarettes
