The Frontier Index

Of all of the people I knew
I always looked up to you
And after millions of years of crime
The sun still shines and shines

Look, a horse, of course
Gallops through the desert light
I make such good time through sub-space
When I dream all day and write all night

Robot walks into a bar
Orders a drink, lays down a bill
Bartender says, hey, we don't serve robots
And the robot says, oh, but someday you will

Prison's a good time for some
Many people get caught with a gun
This trucker says it's good to be free
Says he knows lots of folks who agree

Bumper stickers talk to him
Say, let the stars get in your eyes
Time, cum, sand, and surf
These are the building, building blocks of life

Boy wants a car from his dad
Dad says, first, you got to cut that hair
Boy says, hey, Dad, Jesus had long hair
And Dad says, that's right, son, Jesus walked everywhere

When I was younger, I was a cobra
In every case, I wanted to be cool
Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder
Just wanna say something true