Текст песни A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under (Live) - WHY?

Rain goes perfect
With a Nosdam mixtape.
The last streetlights
Stay on well after dawn.
Kings fall to fawns--
He dropped the needle,
Let the song say it.
The kind of morgue with a
Gong to tell you when;
But the room's rules bend
And the staff will make you laugh.

My dad wore this face in old photographs.
Calico cats out stare me from
Behind a junkyard fence.
High on Khat, I let my stare
Go soft, but pretend it's not.
When I'm eyed, I tongue my bottom teeth
And look at the sidewalk in front of me
As my tennis shoes go
In and out of the frame.

Another sleuth-fooled empty 'Y'
Walking on goose eggs in the mission
Swap-meet, brown, '31', fishnet
Hat cocked to the right.
I only played chess once in my life,
And I lost.

Looks like a sky
For shoeing horses under.
Looks like a good sky
To die under.