You Are Maryland

It's a dazzling bright day in California, my dear
And the dry broken earth keeps still as ever
It feels like I'm in the poor desert
But there's houses around close-by
About a mile or two away
And a mile or two away lives my friend Alexandre Matirr

Oh California, my place, my home
Love is right here for all to see and come near
The family holds hearts closely

But I, but I, do hear that insane high cry
And I cringe and cover my ears
But my parents, they talk to the annoyance
And not to me
And my brothers, they play with the annoyance
And not with me

Today
The sun-stressed day
The hard-times thirsty day
I am alone with the kid

As he sleeps in his throne with his gifts of gold
All I see are the ugly horns coming out of his head
And the loneliness felt since four weeks ago

The knives are so close, but the gun has less blood
Although the thick blanket has no mess at all

I go for the dirt covered gun.
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot

Shoot

Shoot

Shoot
My shirt's been stained well now
With red droplets of graffiti dye of an infantile annoyance

I take the gun and the baby blue truck and make haste
But only until Colorado lies behind
And hopefully no one's coming for me