This lyric is: #382

Medal'd


Medal cents, billfold stuffing-
federal paper pressed
with lined esses,
pecking beaks eat dead shells.

Nested eggs, feathers dead,
slugs stream slimelines,
sandbagged soldiers -
ditched young eyes die.

Baked bricks,
cement walls of dwelling, swelling,
barriers broken-
needlessly, endlessly, easily;
nothing's solid.

Meadows sniffed, combed,
waters dredged,
hook lifeless forms decaying.

Bicuspid impressions,
once grinning expressions,
life's impressions
left dead for the rest to box and bury.

Thrills and terror,
kills and horror
mystery's 'morrow-sorrow.
Lambs slaughtered,
field-flying mortar,
streets...jungles-
no difference, minds loiter.

Sunny dead scents,
death-sentenced heads repent,
hunters free-fed,
they're bored killing the four-legged.

Standing-two targets challenge,
p.i. desk light, halogen,
p.d. cabinets wail,
judicial systems fail.

Reduced, let loose-
why bother bailing,
systems fail,
p.d. cabinets wail, wail.

Missing, ditching, hitching
-what is life anyway-
it's taken away every day.

Today's list is long-
a twenty-four hour song.
wail why wail why wail wail,
wail wail why wail why?
Scream, cry, cry!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
why why why...
twenty-four hour song
wail why wail why wail wail,
wail wail why wail, WHY?

F**king cry, cry
suck it up ... cry, cry...
list is long...
twenty-four hour song...
suck it up... cry, cry...
list is long...
die,
bury,
f**king CRY!

July 21, 2002
Day after Ozzfest 2002, Holmdel, NJ
Nancy (Miller) Cisneros-Lanza
Copyright©2002

[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]