the Harlot

stretch your filthy hands
toward the deep green sea
the children in the back
can't quite feel your need

stretch your aching arms
toward the tired clouds
you can't stop bleeding yet
you're not on the ground

when our suns forget the dawn
how do we keep running from
the Harlot?

(drug use in lace shoes
does anyone want a reboot?
bumble bees and wedding trees
clouds over your prophecies)

place your tired eyes
across your chained dreams
the front row
can't quite see your scream

when our suns forget the dawn
how do we keep running from
the Harlot?

don't shoot my moon boots
mary you've got to move
becandsar in the other room
ordering a threesome
if you're scooping the ice cream
save her for me
save her for me
save her for me

when our sons forget the dawn
how do we keep running from
the Harlot?

don't shoot my moon boots
becandsar in the other room
gettin high off junk food
and dying their hair maroon
I'll be off the phone
and leave you two alone
when mike sez I'm cold
and Fred's comin home
Fred's comin home
Fred's comin home...



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