Brother, my head is spinning
How did we end up on the side walk spitting?
Chucking rocks on the dirt path
Thinking of the drugs we took last
But I know I'll be fine by night fall
When the coyotes hear our drunk call for hope
From trash kingdom
And brother what'll happen in the evening
Could it be filled with hate and screaming
Could it be filled with love and feeling
I'll sit with bubbles and help with healing
Calling for hope from the trash kingdom