Frontier Talk

I’m but a traveling magician
And you’re conceited with your pain
I can fill earlobes with my frontier talk
Doctors say you’ll never talk again

So you’ll be a great mute
Speechless mouth tongue-tied with city smog
Your graffiti’d arms tell the tale of someone’s fix

So you’ll be a seer
A Cyclops among the zero-eyed
A damn good source for rumors but
It’s too easy for you to fall asleep at night

Oppressive sunny shores haunt your walls from their postcards
A foster home landscape develops in front of your eyes
A damn good excuse for getting shitfaced
My hands on the wheel yet unable to drive

When your voice plays tricks in your throat
When any handsome douchebag can buy your vote
When my mouth moves too slow
To apologize for the things I’ve thrown