Clay

Wire · Black Session: Paris 10 May 2011 [2012]

Turning red

Adopting styles that seem inbred

We're made of lead

Stay on the pace

Recoup the loot, avoid, disgrace

Sink without trace



It's a hoot

Run ahead and blindly shoot

Hit the marker, end dispute



Marking time

Laying boundaries out in lime

A life of crime

Drift away

Never find the urge to play

We're made of clay



It's a hoot

Hit the marker, end dispute

Even if that point is moot



It's a hoot

Even if that point is moot

Run ahead and blindly shoot



Phasing in

Wondering when it's time to begin

The chances thin

Emptied out

No doubt it will end in a rout

We lack the clout



It's a hoot

Run ahead and blindly shoot

Hit the marker, end dispute

Even if that point is moot

Run ahead and blindly shoot