Lyrics

This is time for the island boy, plastic rake in the volcano sun filling his neon truck with the footstreet sand
Time for last bite of hope on the stake
The believer, shame shame the weapon worst weapon LOOK, no shame
This is time for corner tooth arrows, time for tune in drop in and begin
This no time for the girls gone digital
This is time for surprise
This is time for triumph
This is the time for the uncatchable fly This is the time for the uncatchable fly
This is time for the blue heart boat in the junk sea and the mangrove hands, held like machetes on the Oaxacan highways
Time for death of the bomb by the bomb, bomb that served us wrong, though never as wrong as the hijacked waves of sky that televise the dying world’s lies
This is no time for the criminally inclined
This is time for surprise
This is time for triumph
This is time for the uncatchable fly This is time for the uncatchable fly
Time for take down monuments
Time for the beautiful plague, for the miracle wave, the sex eye
Time for the greatest to ever live
Time for certain fable slung to the metaphorical sea (where dead presidents and living sailors hide)