a smell like cigarettes creeps softly through the vents
the room is filling up with smoke and little bodies
tell all the boys and girls from school to
keep breaking all the rules
to let their parents know they're individuals

datura flakes off from your lips
you've lost the swagger in your hips
your eyes are turning blue to gray
your skin feels soft and sagging down
your arms drag across the ground
with each step you take

and they fall
from the jungle gyms
and they fall
and piss away each night among the sound of bodies crawling round the room

i can smell their flesh on everything left in this room
chalk and scattered crayons on empty desks
for weeks finding clumps of unwashed hair
caught between the vents blowing

and they fall
from the jungle gyms
and they fall
from the jungle gyms
and they fall
and they fall
from the jungle gyms
and they fall
and they fall
and piss away each night among the sound of bodies crawling round the room

carry
their little bodies
to the cemetary
so gently (x5)

please don't let their necks crook towards the ground.