the best chance to pick fights is in the midwest with your mouth fat on your own words in the parking lots of the worst clubs with fresh laid asphault and flourescent lights that flicker while the boys drink courage and the girls show their navals and toes you don t need no curses no squinched up nose or turned up top lip no cut throat kicking kids sandcastles spit and fuck you talk you need only to arrive at your own show in glasses and open toe sandals and step out the van all weak with a tour worn voice when you try to speak with your mouth fat on your own words but you can t be heard over the noise of the opening act some wack rapper coming off c d could ve been me back before we practiced for the mush tour