FisherDah

this one goes out to all shady transactors, the actors, the hangers-on

blasting transistors, the tvs, the fisters, the 1st time french kissers

and the bags that you grabbed like a crab dude

and the rags you stuffed into your stab wounds

this one goes out to all the white druggie ravers, hey saviour, your soup is on

at the table with the breaking out blondes

there’s a gaggle of gutted out swans

we groped on the green golf course lawn

and we sped through the 7th straight dawn

and we woke up in 7th street

-Lifter Puller, Let’s Get Incredible