i m pretty sick of that dolphin smile coney island is a film between the guardrails angels spread in the sky like ink in water upper level i am feeling fine with the arrow of time you would piss on my jellyfish sting i think you d do just about anything to be a member of my family our future flashing in the sheets of lightning living in fear of thunder no one else can hear i m sorry you don t know these people so what could this mean to you they re history well this won t make a difference there s radiation living for a million years the candle in your jack o lantern it s what makes you walk and talk and smoke and sing you re primping in the mirror naked my reflection in the diamond that your thighs make hot in my chest the queasy rising emptiness  gettin laid in the black sand there s nothing left to confess you have now seen all of my ugliness 