Fucking - Frog

Jesus Montero breathed out loudly and smoking watched an audi through fire

escape

it was lightly raining all the trains shuttled out Concourse all the dogs

seemed to call her name

if all dogs go to heaven

and all dames ache for Daniel Day

fuck me darlin' and I’ll make you pay

The city is a womab of brown brick beds of clay

outside of the bars the lakers are on in the alleyway

but it shines from a time when the waitresses were fine and their great big

bosoms bulged through their «Hi, I’m Jaimie"signs and Jesus’s eyes glides

across the storefronts as he longs for a city’s past that drips into the

present like honey froma heated glass and

all dogs go to heaven

all songs end in quiet refrains

smart moms buy generic say it tastes the same

Train is coming train is chugging, Jesus running Jesus coming, metrocard

expired don’t care, through the turnstiles up the stairs, see the train lights

in slow motion creamy white as if a lotion dripped upon the body lying on the

rails, Jesus he pails

all dogs go to heaven, amps up 11, all cabs go to Bedford and N 11

all dogs to heaven, grandmas go to reverends, all punks hang outside of 7−11