I Like the Air - Robert Francis

Filed down coffins in the neighborhood

A Spanish girl walking by the cemetery wood

Five in the pan

We do what we can though it ain't right

A fat man sitting on the side of his remote

His daughter's in the kitchen

Trying to clean his coat

I bet she can't

The rattle of a bottle

On a warped wooden desk

Shaking back and forth

Beside my bated breath

A blind girl laughing

While I stare at her chest

I'm in the zone

I won't survive if I make it out alive

Seven ten split I don't got

Down on Main Street

I got friends waiting there

I don't need no drop off girls

I like the air

Elysian Park through the dark about a mile

A little white girl

With a Bobby King smile

Blue little bags she says she knows

I'm feeling bad I'm worth your while

But here between the palette feelings

I don't understand cardboard cutouts

Just be a man

Have fun walking home in Mike Davis land

Pull the wool over my eyes

I don't want to understand

I like the trees

The army and the colors that they wear

They like to scare

A few blocks home from remembering my name

A few blocks home

Down on Main Street

I got friends waiting there

I don't need no drop off girls

I like the air