Johnny Truant

Only the beautiful drink from the bottle
The samurais kiss their katana blades
And the choir boys rinse
The priests blackened fist because dead men cannot swim
And our ties were sharp
We aint hip Anymore
Armies marched for days alone in beautiful glorified haze
Bullets shrapnel and dust, painted people with English splayed guts
Dogs chew the cusp between bitter licks..
Why, he screamed, the hospitals burning..move on