Black Palms (Spring/Summer 1998)

Rebel angels heading for a fall
Go tell Alice she can have it all
Paradise will never be the same
For all the children in the summer rain
Shaking up
Tearing up
Black palms
Whipping up
Ripping up
Black palms
The dispossessed and the disinclined
Chasing ghosts and dying on the vine
Pills and crystals looking for a score
Chains and pistols adding to the lore
Shaking up
Tearing up
Black palms
Whipping up
Ripping up
Black palms