Chariots

All these chariots Where the horses lay dead Mmh, and a fist Where thirty dollars should have been I was waiting for Something to hold Thought I heard a bird call The regional decade The lilies grow like weeds here But I love it when you make the bed The way you come out from underneath We got food for life We got trail of slug Hot sand to soothe my cold feet Your grandma had such young teeth Wait, no! Cross over him again Or he might never grow Devil sits in the window Water smacks on the floor below I wish that he would call me over To feel the weight down at the end of his bed