Béni Accident - Pistolita

Gil come quick

Could you be willing

To strike up a tune

Wrapped in imbalanced pity

Nonsensical madrigal

Wilting with feeling

We sing along our hollow song

Blessed wreck how sweet the mess

We’ve left for dead and crawled into bed

Swing low sweet fist broke at the wrist

And left for dead while we crawled into bed

Goodnight

A flight

On angel wings tonight

The bedbugs rest

Inside a bumblehead

On end of kite

The ocean emotion

Of death defying heights

We sing along our hollow song