Visit Of An American Poet V 2 Lyrics - Fall

Phones cut. The gun jams. 

Now he stands in his ten foot hall with three of 'em 

One bound to radiator also two wife and three his girlfriend 

The two latter scan his fifty-nine pence can of beer in the kitchen 

Behind ya he thinks 

A mutual glance inherent from their milltown Persian Alabama 

Atlanta Albania whatever 

Their wisdom confirms friendship 

Too dumb shit to do or know 

I am hostage 

Their young eyes say 

Jet-lag 

Wreck 

Arrogant 

Big lad 

He brought home yank 

Their triptych mentality explodes 

He laughs 

Poet reads out quatrain