re: stacks

This my excavation and today is kumran
Everything that happens from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed
I keep throwing it down two-hunded at a time
Its hard to find it when you knew it
When your moneys gone
And youre drunk as hell
On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and youre un-stacking your load
Well Ive been twisting to the sun and the moon
I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down
In a frozen ground
Theres a black crow sitting across from me
His wiry legs are crossed
He is dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?
On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and youre un-stacking your load
This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
Its the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me