Little Instruments

Mercy little rocker, bleeding guitars

Went out chasing landmarks. fell asleep at the bar

Swinging with the sweet rogues down at Club Charity

Always dressed to the teeth, always in heat

Beyond them naked dancers, all we got

Leather hands together, all we got

We got an amplifier

Some rock anthem, some secret to keep

In a landscape of insects, the kids don't sleep

Joined some arch-confederation, some courtship of queers

Down and out 'neath a dead flag, with the little pioneers.

Cartograph them secrets, all we got

The making of mouths, all we got.

We got an amplifier