By Tony Nesca
Let me go home baby,
let me run dizzy and wild,
watch your daddy moving along,
watch him laugh and howl,
listen to his glorious death-song crackle happily,
listen to his thunder-march crisp and pure,
let me follow that savage moon baby
up and under and hungry like lightning,
hungry like forgotten eyeshade,
clinging to the shadows a waterfall delight,
watch your papa slink through the midnight sewage
and listen to the rock and roll rapture coming in
thick plumes of blue and pink,
ooooooh yeah,
your lipstick drug-running getting me oh so down,
your mindful meandering whoo-hoo a crazy sound,
let me croak with the bullfrogs,
let me murder them bloody,
let me ride the lonesome wind-song,
let me go baby,
let me go home