A Watery Kentucky - Gastr del Sol

On a slow mend, happy to sing

Dead at sea, dead like a trophy

Ground one inch to spare

The room, a quarter of a sphere

Four numbers travelin' towards a wall

The friction, my blind method

I fall behind the fourth to hit

Unpredicted rebound to impact

Crude comedy, the seamless complexity

Ee-ya-ba-do-ba

Yeah, I look at you with pride

Mastered the speedy zig and zag

Be-ya-ba-do-ba-ba

The friction, my blind method

I step on top of the fourth one

Grind

And for Lincoln, Tyler, Henry, fried river

Gorge, Cassius, Lincoln, Taylor

And for one guilty stride

For a four-three-two-one

To one dear bitty baby

Dead at sea, dear baby

Dead like a trophy