Smoking Turkish cigarettes innThe thumb of the midwest whennThe sulfur fills the treesnOn the fourth of JulynYou and InWe travel the gravel goin' homennHome sweet home, home my brothernNot one mind hones to anothernTake these tones, and try to color menAnd the liquor lotto storenThe bathroom floornSee, we unravel, like travelsnDrunk and sore