A naked kid is singing Up on the stage He's covered in paint and he's barking about the human plague I walk over to the bar And I take a seat Misanthropy can be so grating without a drink Then I see you coming Though a haze of sewer steam Neon glowing in the night Red words: Red Tide Shining in your eyes You come out of the cold The cold follows you in I've been waiting for an hour now but who's counting Lips mouthing hello Dark circles 'round your eyes You sit down and I tuck my hand between your thighs Tell me more about your hometown The restaurants where you worked The amusement park on the haunted lot Your art friends who sucked each other off For the rich man on the hill Buying meth from the Doe Eyed Girl Skinny-dipping in the desert heat Coyote choirs howling from their traps Your first love who got cut in half From falling on the tracks