Cool blue shinning nights.
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Starry skies and bare feet
Splashing in a puddle of yesterdayís rain.
The children playing in the mud,
So filthy and sane
With smiles that could light the night.
Everybody is full of blood,
With skin loose enough to crawl.
Everybody is full of shit, baby.
Donít believe what the people say.
Water, rocks, and trees;
The truth God speaks
With words like sun-bleached bones.
We speak the lies
That dresses the bones
With loose, smelly meat
And discolored skin that rots beneath the sun.