Saturday, February 21, 2009

No Way These Are Local Boys



After Tremors

What the hell is goin' on--
I mean--what the hell
is goin' on?

Asking too much of life.
Blasting
the stink
back to town
where geography geology

Perfection

It's got you
good bye

to the war
good bye
to Bixby

It's time to defend
or exterminate

with the phone out
and the road out

Do something

What the hell are they?
Sons a bitches

(Graboids)

Predating the fossil record

It's a perfect conductor
That means we're stuck
That pisses me off

Aren't you supposed to have
a theory or something

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