Hey Degenerate,

Selling on corners of streets?

With torn up holes in your jeans

Bandannaed hair in the breeze.


Hey Degenerate,

Hatred for all that you see?

Don't lift more than one can heave

With Bandannaed hair in the breeze.


Hey Degenerate,

Smile so keen to deceive.

Thought more than thinking should be

With Bandannaed hair in the breeze.


Hey Degenerate,

Why are you cutting so deep?

Painting red by the streams

Bandannaed hair in the breeze.


Hey Degenerate,

Hope you made one with peace.

So pale, so still, but yet replete

With Flowing hair in the breeze