Surplus Store - Tomorrows Tulips

He’s pulls his tricks out of

His three quarter sleeves

Combs his hair like the, the nineties

Hides a shoebox full of his broken dreams

A dirtbag revolution, (?)

He rolls his pants up

Towards his knees

AM Radio, sets him free

Rolls a cigarette before and after everything

A dirtbag revolution, (?)