Текст WHY? – On Rose Walk, Insomniac

Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra
Goes back before skinny boys stuffed their shirts
Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra
Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams?
The rat that’s caught in the ribs of me will be released within the year:
In crossing states on the spade possum with custom plates and the paint rusting
Like cussing saints with strange customs here
Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose one cobra
Goes back before skinny boys stuffed their shirts
Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra
Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams?
Nervous on night drives, fog or no fog
— It’ll happen when he changes lanes
Nervous on night drives, fog or no fog
— It’ll happen when he changes lanes