Molecular

Mar, molecular
Maintain for eighteen bars
Sever the mainstream inane mean far
Heaven a daydream and a green card
The rebel a devil for the away team, scarred
Come thou fount when you count your lucky stars
How 'bout a blast of the floodlights hard
On the bray of an ass whose black blood likes lard
I'm in the bath living on eggs and chard
Ha ha ha ha ha

I'm aglow, slave to the golden lights like you just don't know

House of cards
In a breath what's left but the bizarre
Boardwalk betty a bless to both arms
Czars with guitars push the seminars
In a sing-song yin-yang
I put the past in pasta sauce jars
Tuning a wine glass to thе fire alarm
I get a cut when thеy burn down the barns
With a sing-song yin-yang

I'm aglow, slave to the golden lights like you just don't know