Though he may have been evil
he was still holy.
Anneannie Anneannie
would you listen to me?
Them playa guitar lika
six string saxaphone,
I playit like we let
the cups of God
sit at home, like we
sun lid up bark
up at our parked home,
encased our lifelines
in oldstock silicon.
Anne Annie Anne Annie
que raro son,
the hive new old glass
fuse forty-five one
pane glass gainway
allergens at our new
town newtown home,
no one feels it
when my heart adds a beat
nothing replaceable between
your bones but the meat,
Anneannie Anneannie
that's what you get
for listening to me.