Manos

Shall I eat the earth
And everyone on it?
Spit 'em into bits and
Wear 'em 'round in my pockets

Like I'm a filthy rich
With gold to his ears
If I had his eyes
I'd make love with the mirror twice

I'm the shit
A bright neon god
Bulletproof baby
With a newfangled three-piece on

What a dream
Such American prose
To keep smelling green
'Til you wake up without a nose

The devil's in the valley
The sky is a monster
We're patrons in a crowd
Of silver smooth talkers

My street's a museum
A blemish on our skin
Neglected until it makes
Another one of our heads spin, oh

Jesus Christ
I think I've seen the light
It's the price of your spine
I hope that's all right with you?

There's no question
Without being seen a beggar
So I keep my hands stuffed in my mouth like a motherfucker

I'm choking on the wrong hands
Would you give me a hand?
I need a goddamn hand