Cold Morning Songtext

Awake like idiot roosters, the newspapers moo. Like rugs against poles hearts beat but only the fingertips bruise. Gravel chips teeth on the way out, the waking cough carves a groove, paves the throat like a road like a turnoff, not one word that arrives can get through. Sad to say Alaska just got colder, traded in an i for a y. The biggest state could not contain her, R.I.P. J-y-l-l goodbye. It's hard to point out the blue part of the sky, never one to warm to peddling the broken to the blind. Now rifles tilt at the angles of a sextant, not one shot ever fired could change her mind. Sad to say Alaska just got colder, sorrow cheapened once more as just a means to cry. The biggest state could not contain her R.I.P. J-y-l-l goodbye.