Way back deep into the brain
Back where there's never any pain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And in the labyrinth of streams
Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of
Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
Beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping [bad word] silent, mirrors vacant
Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug
With [bad word] eyes in their nipples
Wait
There's been a slaughter here
Don't stop to speak or look around
Your gloves & fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on [bad word] 
And you're the one I want [bad word]