Poets paupers princes kingsnall looking the other waynsome running outta places to hidensome running out of things to saynfear come calling snakes come crawlingnlooking for an enemynthings ain't looking all that good nfrom what I can seennHad a lover once look me in the eyenand say boy....we've got it madenthen she went and hung my crucifixnon the outside of the shadensaid I'll be your whore behind the doornbut I won't do it consciouslynhas her a reputation to think ofnfrom what I could seennTrain pulled out about an hour agonthe whistle never blewnman said it's the sound he always hearsnat the outset of a coupnwhen I pressed him some he pulled out a gunnsaid son they'll come for menthe darkness is a wondernfrom what I can seennSo I hit the road in a beat up fordngoing from town to townnwhere the smokestacks get hit by lightningnand the houses all fall downnmet a preacher there standing in the squarenpreaching to the enemynbut his cupeth runneth overnfrom what I could seennTrumpets blaring on the mountainsnthey echo through the capitalnsaw it all on the evening newsnso now I've seen it allnJesus came down on a cloudnand had a quick look seensaid this don't look like the place I leftnat least from what I can seennMet a woman laying prostratenat the foot of a piece of claynwhile genocidal maniacsnthey swept her kids awaynto the sound of fife and the right to lifenshe just could not break freenwhen it's over they sure look deadnfrom what I can seennCar broke down on the side of the roadnwas a time of no replyn'till I laid myself down in the passing lanenand a newstruck came on bynand the vultures dove and picked me cleannbut approached me gingerlynalways in profilenfrom what I could seennWhen your head gets filled up to the brimnwith all that background noisenand the very thought of rationalitynis enough to make you lose your poisenwhen a backseat hump and a bible thumpngive you back your dignitynit's time to reevaluatenfrom what I can see