paster (selling junk on 3rd avenue)

crack head crack hole

crack of dawn and dark as night

trickle up and treacle down

and the syrup-sweet blood

syrup-thick and twice as dark

dark as night

publish dreams in rebel blood

a sharpened pen with a little dab of blood

(dip the tip and tip the scales)

scales fall from your eyes and the eyes have it

press on home and publish dreams in rebel blood

for a one act play of right and wrong

and the weight is measured out on the scales

(dip the tip and tip the scales)

a hundred hoser-hide

horse-hide

heathen-hide

play hide and seek and suck and blow

for blow by blow the scale tip and syrup flow

in that crack head

and that enlightened crack hole

syrup chokes and syrup dries

never knows what choker buys

syrup thick to rancid days

rancid rot stuck under skin

under the fingernail bleed

never see the tracks you bitch don't bother me

rancid rot in that swollen blue vein

in that swollen black arm

rancid rot don't bother me

with fingernail bleed you go away

i'll never see you again

don't care who you be

never see the tracks you bitch don't bother me

and the branded man stuffs the fried chicken in his mouth

fast as he can

fast as can be

and rancid rot don't bother me