Opposite of conscious Out of the ol’ carcass It began as that With the palm trees creeping at the turn of the leaf With those gray moons moving on up through those trees Heavy metal farmers Filling up their arms with empty metal cans I was part cold wolf at the turn of the beat I wasn’t quick to pass waltzing through those streets All the pretty faced people watch that fire shoot from below Confetti in the ears of my drunk ass peers Fickle in my dead drunk home All the paranoia gonna set in, it swung like a scythe in the night I was pissing in a tin house, sittin’ There were cats on ivy, there were songs in the bedlam There were hearts I don’t bleed no more My love, like a pier, like a valiant harbor Headlights in the deep I saw Was a real shackle, real shock My love like a bridge, like a tourniquet splittin’ Mind white with the head on fire Was a real shackle, real shock Lemon yellow orchids Pictures of your daughter You begin as that I was piled high, singing all those maddening words All the Pisces, the roadhouse, all beyond worlds Karma in your coffee Karma in your bedpost Speaking to your dad As if I knew the purchase or the release Within anything there it comes, the true chic All the empire has been set in Sugar wild cast round the bone Then she gripped me and I gripped my cap Like Andromeda, turning all mad and slow All the astrologic gonna set in Shoot those lights right off of the coast I was never going to find my place