let's not talk about bombs
and the impulses severed limbs
you will always subtract your arms
from my arms someone always interupts
us while we talk so i'm gonna draw
this evening's line before my wash hangs
on it for everyone to see
it's very bad luck to draw
the line on the night before
the worlds ends we can draw
the line some other time
this midnight
i will turn into a beer
i will dream of you between
nightmares and wars and toss
and turn ain't you gonna
take me for a ride drink
and drive down to the l.a.
river bed
i'll make no mistakes and i'll behave