I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
 All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
 Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
 Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere
 Have I found you
 Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american
 mouth
 Big pill looming
 Now I'm a fat house cat
 Nursing my sore blunt tongue
 Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence
 cracks
 [bad word] on magazine photos
 Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
 And clean blood of Christ mountain stream 
 Have I found you
 Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american
 mouth 
 Big pill stuck going down