PELICAN HIGH – RACE OF MUD

Now my investigation suddenly turned into something nasty
Into something worse

Say the names of those you’ll burn quite frankly
I am not the judge

Now my cat has disappeared, now my straight
turned into queer

Now it tastes like salt again, now the son and the
sun is my friends

Now my intuition: exaggerating now my independence’s up for sale
that’s flattering

Now Im ready to be burned

It’s not yours now, I’ll take that turn

By River Zeal

I was born a rider, ended up a singer and a bathroom poet, beatnik sweetheart and if you ask me, grunge never died, you did.