Last Sound the Drunkard Made

pull my strings
make me swell
up like a balloon
then float off
into the midday sky
tip your hat
to the passing of time
to the passing
to the passing of time
to the passing
hey kid,
don't you know better
than to be messin' around
with fire?
your arms like tree branches
stuck full of needles
don't you know better
than to be messin' around
with bullets
your head full of lead
and bricks around your feet
the nation watches you sink
straight down that well
to the very very bottom
to the very bottom of that well
y'better learn to swim before you drown