Reading Pavement

My time's coming
Stub my toe inside the ceiling room
Be the hook behind the drab car light
All my friends have all the magic
I stubbed my toe
And rolled the punches got the blow
But I don't cry I'm just a little bit of folk
Five foot vocals all my enemies are hooked
Industry the same way saying sensitivity is stark you little fishy stare at me
I'm cooling sun by killing moon
Past the dream we are not winning
Battle but we keep on dancing dancing dancing motion dancing suggest motion dancing winning brink of winning brink of
I'm easily fooled
Elevate me til I'm
Later on cut my hair later on cut my hair
Nails first let it slide hit the home base then I run
Frontwards backwards backwards frontwards texting cat with whiskers two steaks in the mouth man I'm winning
I'm winning
Baptist sinner