If we all piss at once we can drown the bastards Your laws freeze liquor, no one draws faster You're a man with a fork in a world of soup Still out for hair, still counting coup I follow the darkness, the scent of the rain I follow the lightning when it strikes again Then he foamed at the mouth, waxing hot and wrathful Grievously, horribly Unafflicted with the obtuse, arcane, enigmatic, Cryptic concept of bashful Punching through the silence with god's gun We run, we're not done Spiteful rancor thickened the air Toothy grins, nasty, narrow stares Impaling bright and wilting heat The midday baking beneath their cracked feet Perhaps it's best some enemies endure Said monster to slayer: "I think I will demur." It's endless search and vigil long For those who treasure up a wrong It's endless search and vigil long For those who like to treasure up a wrong You should have listened! Raid and ambush Attack and scatter Snipe and vanish Shroud and clatter Taos lightning Whiskey breath then bitter coffee This beneficent germ I can't get it off me