Ahhhhh...Men

Taring out the window of tour bus

and its just the horny driver and us

we sit and trade wit and smoke and we cuss

talking bout our friendly border drug bust

and I know the future's cloudy and gray

record like mine, give up or go gay

you're looking down at me with blue and black eyes

spitting down a storm from purple night skies

And I know the concepts muddy and tripe

that all that is large and all that is slight

flowing in the stream of holy floodlights

I've read the holy books, lord knows they bite

if this is your will in my testament

i will bow to no belief that they've bent

still I'm just a sperm begat from your love

basking in the bread and the blood of one dove

can I lie with you in your grave?

there's a crack in the of the edge of the end of the world

where I will sit with my love and explore as we swirl

eat us up, break us down to the tiniest cells

in a room with a view and a window to hell

in a room where the bodies will display what they've done

and march through museums that repel what they've done

shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin

we'll reluctantly let them in

so can I lie in your crack in the of the edge of the end of the world

where I sit with my love and explore as we swirl

eat us up, break down to the tiniest cells

in a room with a view to the window to hell

with those who bury bodies in the peril to fight

will sit in ideas and regret what they've done

shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin

we'll reluctantly let them in

so can I lie in your grave?