Got a tattoo on my ribcage
Of the second plane hitting
Had it done while I was doing time up in Ossining
Got my game down in the shore towns
With the boardwalk trash
22, I was a blue-eyed sociopath

Black out often, not sure
Think I might have hurt someone
Always same dream
Moonlight silvering the pine trees
I'm guilty
Maybe you could come and live it down with me

As we're crossing the Walk Whitman
Catch my startled reflection
Don't think I'll ever feel like myself again
I'm an Okie from the '30s, but it's 2020
The black blizzards on the blank prairie

Casing places
Packing the pistol that my dad left me
Tubs of street chalk
You draw messages for yuppies
We're evil, baby
Sorry
I guess some people have to be