Nothing Good To Eat

Beauty springs from the cracks in the sidewalks here in springtime.
And it helps to distract
All my hands my feet and my mind.
From the government and money spent
Watching me and squashing me
From the fake on the street
And nothing good to eat.

Hell's spawn dove it claws its way
Up through my stomach lining
And I'm sure it will remain
When all the life has left my vain
Sucking down this shelf-life twinkie soggy in the rain

I've been meaning to ask
Something that's been here on my mind
Do you give something back
To the winter in the springtime

It reminds me of a joke I heard
Says that you should never
Want to be part of any club
That would have you as a member

I walk outside to see the pain outside my window I step inside the door and wonder where did it go

Beauty springs on the tracks
And the highways here in my mind
And it helps to subtract
All the hitchhikers and statelines
All the two cents and incompetence
Racing me, disgracing me
From the fate on the street
And nothing good to eat.

Nothing good to eat