Paroles de Bags

Black rubber bag... Sun burns in a perfect day Now smell the air of this perfect sky Silent sweet A precious place Desirable shade Beneath the pinion pine Drawn by the beauty Of my own terror Close to the edge Swallow the void Vultures fly The Arizona sky These tell-tales signs Bloated body like a TV dinner Let the death move in And let the feast begin Flock of flowers Desert developes fever-blister After the rain Black rubber bag... Flock of flowers Desrt develops fever-blister After the rain Black rubber bag...