The sun is rising. Water is on the horizon.
And I'm going home miserable.
Five ghosts take their leave on the stairs dropping keys.
And here comes the shaman.
$600 exorcism.
And I still don't feel too secure.
The Indians are screaming
"Hold up. What is all the meaning of this?"
"You fucked me, now I'm six-hundred out.
Now's the time for me to get out."
The water is rising. Sun is on the horizon.
