dad i know you can t see my actions as a plea for peace you can t get past the rocks stained red the nailbomb blast the doctor dead your prairie dream your liberal heart your patient mind your father s arms they just won t do they just can t fit it s them not marx you can blame for this alive in the dirt alive in the dirt i am still sainted and waiting for my perfect pain to speak through me again dad i found god through vietnam my lai s graves agent orange see we live lies we have to choose our bombs speak loud so i spoke too then disappeared 10 miles from home newark slum where you won t go it s here i ve found my higher self a life that works and suits me well i pray for the dirt i pray for the dirt and i ask to suffer in silence to stay here in hell awake in the dirt my stutter lifts my words come clear your little girl she s just not here i am sure at my death the truth will float on god s sweet breath until that time don t ask for me behind this veil is where i ll be at one with the dirt at one with the dirt i m at peace sainted and waiting for my perfect pain to cover me for good