Aloysius, Bluegrass Drummer-Silver Jews

Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer He was just a normal kid Blooming tripping flowing under Just as I once did At a 24 hour restaurant Open to the end of time He was washing dishes there When he met brick butterfly She was a no age singer for a country act Working at a region ten She was all strung out on hard street fat But he didn't know it then First a look then a spark Sound of Velcro in the dark His heart is spinning like a bicycle wheel She and he laid the stems down flat In the middle of a field Brick butterfly had a history Of sleeping with the kitchen staff She was a hardcore gobbler And longtime guzzler of hydrogenated crap Suet tallow liquid squeals Great mounds of plastic lard That's what she got the lad to steal On the night that he got fired Aloysius woke at five am The hungry girl was gone There was blood in the bedding Forks in the ceiling And bones all over the lawn Like any strong young poet would He packed his bags for region ten I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then Yes I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then