Take An Indian Home To Lunch.

Do You Know We Are Being Led To Slaughters By Placid Admirals & That Fat Slow Generals Are Getting Obscene On Young Blood Do You Know We Are Ruled By T.v.

Lying On Stained, Wretched Sheets With A Bleeding Virgin We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?

I Offer Images-i Conjure Memories Of Freedom That Can Still Be Reached-like The Doors, Right? But We Can Only Open The Doors-we Can't Drag People Through.

Do You Know We Are Ruled By T.v.?