the flesh covers the bone
and they put a brain
in there and
sometimes a soul
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but they keep
lookin'
crawlin' in & out
of beds
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh
but we can't seem to find
the one
the city dump fills
the junkyards fill
the madhouses & prisons fill
the graveyards fill
nothin' else
fills
