HEY, JAMES DEAN WITH A POCKET FULL OF PUZZLES AND A HEAD TWISTED SERPENTINE
PROBABLY LET OUT AN EVIL LAUGH AS YOU WENT TO YOUR FIERY CRASH
IT SHOULD GIVE ONE A PAUSE CAN A REBEL TRULY HAVE NO CAUSE?
THE LIZARD KING, HE KISSED THE RING SO CAME THE DEMONIC SPAWN
OF THE ADMIRAL MORRISON BUT SUCH HISTORY FORGOTTEN
IN THE MUDDY GULF OF TONKIN
PLASTIC TREES AND CARDBOARD SCENES UPON A MANAGED STAGE
THE DIRECTOR FALSELY WAVES HIS FLAG BEHIND, THERE IS A WALL
ACTORS WAITING FOR THEIR CALL
ATOMIC BOMBS AND ASTRONAUTS
AND OTHER SORDID PLOTS STINKING, SORDID PLOTS
OUT THERE ON THE LOT
SPOOKY SCENES AND HIPPIE DREAMS
BURIED IN THE HAZE, HIDDEN IN THE MAZE
ANY HOPES THAT WERE LEFT STANDING —- BECAME THE FACE OF MANSON
FOR, VIRTUE MOSTLY WALKS ALONE AND TRUTH ITS OWN COMPANION
TRUTH ITS OWN COMPANION
ALONE THERE IN THE CANYON
TRUTH ITS OWN COMPANION
TRUTH ITS OWN COMPANION