Burning Rubber

Lydia Lunch

Compositor: Lydia Lunch

The leaves are always dead
The door is always closed
The garbage screams at my feet
I want to be alone
The sand is washed away
The sea it must I've ate it
The cement glows grey
And I begin to like it
The dishes are cracked
The forks are plastic
The food is in cellophane
And I puke elastic