Should i treasure the red or treasure the light the bitter juniper is still food pull down your pants by the shi'ites tire my tounge over your gums oh honey bee buzz upon me slip me a note oh God, what a donkey it smells like Fallujah a hammock rod this shirt clings like dander this kiss scrapes like rust tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt tiny purring sounds rising like a pike stabbing my hand a sailor this last night of ours' pathetic tiny, tiny paws turning into dust tiny shining eye, rolling like a die casting my fate to the gristmill this last night of ours finally i'm surprised oh, tuck away those acient jugs of yours reaquainted with the brush of a skinflake cooped up between a jerk and a hard place you sight your eye off the tip of your gun tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt tiny purring sounds rising like a pike stabbing my hands like a savior this last night of ours forever tiny, tiny paws turning into dust tiny shining eye, rolling like a die casting my faith to the wayside this last night of ours finally i'm surprised