Pulmonary Archery

Let's go
It's never too late to be early
Or try and maintain
Some scrap of integrity and certainty
I guess

My fingers
Won't apologize (are blistered)
And 1977 was a long time ago (and bleeding, there's no longer discomfort)
I don't care (you brought us)

I don't care how things, were and I won't
Apologize, I won't apologize
Fuck you

Our dreams and hopes, penetrated
And there is little hope
For the white man so
Hop on your rainbow
Ride it

My fingers
Into oblivion, go (are blistered and bleeding)
And ride into oblivion
For all I care (there's no longer)
You could be early (discomfort)
Or late, whatever (you brought us)