Toffee Apples

Battery acid in the sun
Dripping down from the pit
And there's no more spit
Nothing left in the gun

Something more
There must be something more

Like the stars but more in sight
The hungry lighthouse flock rides the tidal wok
The underworld fills It's sock

Something more
There must be something more

The script has shifted south
They have eaten up all the core
And the frowns wear the faces
Rewriting the stems of the law

Still there's time to tense the jaw
Shark veins climb over pain
Dragging lime under nails
Then screaming under the rain

Something more
I'm sure there's something more

Who dare salute aboard the anchor?

They must have been misinformed

Toffee Apple in the sun
Dripping down from It's popsicle stick
There's a litre of spit
One bullet loaded in the gun



Credits
Writer(s): Philip J. Nixon
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