C. Hutchins, M. Hutchins
Savage Lucy, teeth like baseballs
Eyes like jellied fire Broke my tooth with a Drambuie bottle
And a demonic demented smile
Well every time I closed my eyes, the world began to spin
Went too far, lost my keys, got home but I couldn’t get in
This is bad craziness
Kinda glad haziness
Awoke on the doorstep
With a kick and a mile
Crawled up the stairs and
Spoke to the sink for a while
Next day the sun rose high I lay incarnate and despised
Saw Mr. Jack in the late afternoon
And I headed for the sky
I remember the tent, the cookies, the dog
I remember the vomit, the heat and the fog
