Mohawk

Waiting with cops
Women complaining in Russian tongue
Kids dancing asking questions no matter
The waiting zone so stale and lit by light
Only functional and soul negative
The energy is you coming from the barricades
An entire you to love with kissing
A matter of time which I can only float with
Knowing your imminent delight
A prayer come true

Turn on your device and strike me wild
Bolt to leave you is to feel your tiniest toe
To smell the most perfect herb in its blessed existence
On the farthest hill anywhere the soul the planet may wish

Jazz bop plays through the automatic doors
Each note in awe no purpose to submit and dominate
And submit again

It is the enthusiasts' conceit that rock n roll leaves the stage
It now trades books at the front of the room
The words are useless and demure
And she talks like an animal her umbrella screeching on the street
Feminine beauty is all, all else bows
You surprised me in the shower
Your hair was done up in a Mohawk
And you laughed, then you jumped out
Darby Crash came back from England with a Mohawk
Though he might've referred to it as a Mohican
Your laugh stays with me, it's not the first time