Coyote Bone Field

I'm from a place that's such a disgrace

Chronic alcoholism, gun forest place

Try to remember the destination of a trail

When you come to a coyote bone field

Surrounded wit barbed wire fence, sealed

Only how much the bullets cost revealed

Hog teeth chomp, redneck stomp, womp

Womp of the rye laughing breath, rural

I dreamt of walnut reading dream squirrel

Folks move far away from people who stay

So if you wanna drive up more than gasoline to pay

He will finish you off still looking at his weed tray

When your honor is birdseye maple, you can't betray

Then I moved to monkey town after the new millennium

More ways to stoke the flame of my buzz, narcotic venom to poison me so good

There's always homies to pass the drugs in every hood

Ten thousand dollars worth of gold around his neck

Justin Harnett, snatch try and it's a throwing knife wreck

That's why I watched him snortin PCP with respect

I made a zooming car sound as his nose did collect

The angeldust and we just laughed, not even a speck

Of a care or worry, nineteen motherfucking years old

Remembering our Ugly Kid Joe Mortal Kombat stories told

And you can go fuck your mother if you try and scold

Because Laury only charged forty bucks, oxy eighties sold

Stopping in at his place for a beer with Kyle and Jon

On motherfucking new years eve, on our way to an Elmwood hotel celebration

But we was so high and drunk it was our final destination

I woke up in the morning, so thirsty from the alcohol and ecstasy

I was dryer than a dessert had to piss so bad, frozen perplexity

I ran to the bathroom for a powerful dark yellow piss display

Before running to the fridge to chug a liter of fruit punch juice

Like Napoleon Dynamite chuggin, and the oily excuse

For our behavior is that we were weird druggy hicks

That's why so many apartment whores tucked our dicks

Born of open sea, paths in woods, ample strip club proximity

Within the degeneration, a rather ethereal form of insanity

I moved to monkey town after the new millennium

More ways to stoke the flame of my buzz, narcotic venom to poison me so good

There's always homies to pass the drugs in every hood

Sometimes I would drink a lot quick, make my computer mouse and bash my head

With it because I couldn't explain how I felt with words, my actions used instead

What a ridiculous sanctuary of time, something to do before we was dead