The Country Child - Frog Eyes

All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire

All the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar

We’re gonna riot on the streets today!

Smash an apple on the face of the state:

Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes

Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight

Autumn’s faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:

The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:

Feed a fever as the five fevers rage

Feed a fever and paginate your page!

Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal

Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth’s full

In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:

The moon sheds its rise!

The moon sheds its rise!

The country child cullllllled an abundance of hay:

And I want his uncle’s gold: I want it today!

I said it!

I said it!

I said it!

Four fingered-waif's got to stop!

Twelve ragged fingers pointing out at one!

You stick a rose in the golden sand… You stick a rose in the golden sun…

One writer is short of his daisies…