Milk Drinkers - God Alone

You’re not them

You’re no ragtag punk gang of ladies outside of west Memphis

The milk drinkers are soft you see

Like uhh some kind of bullshit pillow assault

Salt stains, sleeveless shirts

A timeline, I refuse

I refuse to offer a timeline

Because they keep coming

And they keep drinking

And from there you’re in Arkansas

Laughing and sneering towards Texas

With sights set on the livestock

With white crust in the corners of your mouth

Detroit-made truck with a confederate flag

Meat for breakfast, meat for lunch, meat for dinner

Some kind of cowboy, some kind of son

Regards — aloof

Nothing upheld or maintained

Meat for breakfast, meat for lunch, meat for dinner

And you made it to Nevada

Where you rob the land

With sights set on the livestock

With white crust in the corners of your filthy mouth

They keep coming and they keep drinking