Yellow fever grips the line you walk
Watching what you talk with the enemy troops in bulk
Skulk around and wait for your skull to fill
Cultivate another bill that no one will pay or drill
Through the concrete on feet that guns beat with a pulse
From holy readings your bleeding makes you convulse
In prison or in a mental mistake, gentle Christ is his rake
Comb the city for a smoke, or choke on your own stake
I make a song sung for the war I ignored
From both coasts rivals boast over the victories scored
With jurisdiction we’re bored, find the Lord through the laws
We all have potential to be outlaws

The only thing this mother owns is an unfair disease
And no one thinks of her as someone to please
No one agrees on suicide or childcare
I’ll share a bit of value while the smiles glare
All the while under death’s stare, black shoes hide cold feet
Walking in suits of 4 and a chaperone on gold streets
Your soul meets and greets with the same old boss
Told to pull his weight so he paints his statements with gloss
It’s no loss to waste time if stolen moments become a rare view
I can’t bare what’s true, I’ll push that away
Hush the suns latest ray, fuck the greatest day
Not the faintest grey could shade outlaws