Monterey
Under a loop of stars
In the vulgar cold
The dead airport lay
By the pebbles of the highway
Through the snail clouds
You soared to your lover
I hurried away my darling
With a howl in my throat
Hiding inside the ****s
In the orange grove
The black rooster crowed
Through the hollow of the midnight
With my shot blood
With stains on my fingers
I run with the damned, my darling
They have taught me to laugh
To laugh, to laugh