I thought I heard you in my room last night lonely lemur calls in my walls last night, when I was all alone, in the palm drunken night when I was all alone, bej**eled in the night pulsing we are hearts, but bleeding unlike diamonds tying up ourselves, but bleeding unlike diamonds, and it's bad, but, it is Bad America under the western sky... I looked up another thousand times you colored my world violence you made me warm when you hit me with a nail in my arm, I was all alone, I could have die there I was all alone, and I did not care, but, for a burning second, of red love in the dark but, for my burning hands, grasping in the dark and it's bad, but, it is Bad America under the western sky... And there's girl breath up and down my spine but, that was a river ago I knew you'd come in time, I was all alone, though it was a sea ago I was all alone, and where did you go, and there's vein-like children, on the waterfront smack-rotting faces, on the waterfront, and it's bad, but, it is Bad America under the western sky... it is Bad America well, alright...