Young Tongues

Words of a feather Plucked from the breast Of a man-eating crow At a carnival show Oh words of leather Skinned and dried Dead hides hide Spoiled meat inside Lend me your ears And I'll sing you a song And I'll try not to sing Words you don't understand The lemmings are here The words that spill from their dents Are eating holes in history Burning their young With every breeze They weeze years of staled sentence With every shouted, calculated threat They watch their words run like shoplifters Bad boys imbued; confuse and want Crypts of grayed text Lined with walls of electronic noise Enter the house of giant teenage boys Gospel and canned heat Slogans and defeat Kill your idols suicidal With whips of dead meat Lend me your hair And I'll sing you a song Of fury and cops Pretend you understand The lemmings in line Have notes in their hands Your landlord is outside Go tell him to fuck off The wasted seed Swings tonight From the soles Of the unknown He thinks of you In response he says: Cody, Realize yourself Your fosters of wealth Come nest yourself Your haunts of men Punish yourself Your red mask Berate yourself Your screaming mind Please yourself Your midnight walks Commit yourself Your striped suit Defeat yourself Your short breath Lay down yourself Your death trip REFUSE SELF Your black rope Complete yourself I can help Complete yourself I can help Complete yourself I can help Compare yourself To no one else Hide yourself Hide yourself in gauze Repair yourself Your not as old as I We only age years at a time We write our age over grave sites We write our names over grave sites Oh sweet life generic This strange life to perish