Hanging Out

Leave it

He's already gone

The trimmings

Litter the law like diamonds

I'm filling every pocket

Bend over, Tate in the yard

I'm gnawing a bone in the dark

Birds are out

They're flat on their backs and powered down

My neck, it cracks a million times

My back is a worn-out limousine

Mmm, it's inspiring

Dancing with Tate in the yard

Holding him up by the throat

They pour from a pail

Like piss in a river

Down with it all

Down with the lot of them

Hanging out

All slick from the garden's open mouth

Oh, I could do this every night

I see his body loosening

The jaw hangs likе circuitry

I'm four on the floor in the dirt

I'm chewing his facе like a hog

I'm chewing his face like a hog