It’s The “Spangled” We Love Best About That Song

hey dwarf country
tofu is a mistake
you can bite me

you were our candy machine ring
our sticky hotball of jet fuel
our rocket out of a hot tomb

once you were chucked salt berry
a fogerty full of sloppy chords
air breathed through skip to my lou reed

till you got all slippery with your own clean sauce
tossed out your faded jism bag of dark wanderings
bought your commercial anthem in the fluorescent aisle

come back to your game desire
to be slaphappy sharp against plastic
and wooden in the chops full of truth

you used to have a mouth full of splinters
honored the dingbat and the idiot
who broke the social charm with a big fart

gas monster
huffer of free roaches
smoker of the right goddamn herbs

you feared not death when it came through charred fences
borne on tornado cellar blown open and the scent of acorn porridge
when you were delta mysterious and that devil in the crossroads still valued your willing ass

you used to not be such a freak for the safe
you used to not be such a doom escape
you used to stick your cane in the bike spokes

and watch the cards fly into the dead end street
though you knew the cut was coming
did you know the children hate you more now that you’re safer

we’ve got nothing riding on the bet against your death
we’ve got nothing in the skin we ripped open for you
you big poor land so big you’ve shrunken under your own weight

you’re better than this you know you are
you love the tawdry scent of your former scandalous past
you’re all about descent and not a scrap of care left for your tradition

dwarf country you can bite me
infect yourself
be the sick fuck we loved to love

no matter how bad you made us feel
we loved you all jazz and cotton ball friendly
we love you still you crystal fraud hippie faking wall street loving gutterpunk

surrender oprah
we’ve still got hot dogs
are we’re not afraid to say they’re the bomb