And thankless sungheroes drive-by...Highway art, lava rock rain down...Stuck me in stone, ID no more than belief...Imagine us for 4 on Rushmore...From rivers to ruts the umbilical's cut...Filet of my soul and my courage cap is ready to blow...Sounds so good...The ring of brass...Over the crack of bone...I have heard through your rainbow tongue...It don't remove the sting...And the devil was a nun I seduced till first sun...Chewed up and spit out from ill thought to good will...From wild dreams to a room full of screams...My courage jar is open...Please do remember me too...Your missionary in your pilgrim shoes...And a blanket of green glass covers cold eyes...And the stars shut out bright skies...And the simple are saved their idle minds...Not thirsty and I'll take to my resolution...I can't bury...