THREE MAN CANNON LYRICS

"Moving Onto Martha St."

When rain falls, collects
in glistening pools deep
enough to cover
my hurried feet
slosh and trod
uncaring steps
cursing element
and steam from my nostrils
I rage through the air
little reason
to complain
save the weather
or flies in the house
who circle around strips
tempting tiny fate.
Rat says they dance
over his
eyelashes while
he sleeps.

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