"Pork Belly Blossom" lyrics

It's warm as a belly of pork barbecue
Cherokee Yeoman sits and stares into the room
A cross-legged monument stayed with fife and drum
Bourbon whets the blade, distills the common tongue

I'm a drunken boat
Boy do I drift
I'm bawling at the moon
Through the sulfur and the mist
There go Brother Death
He set the hound music loose
A time-travelling push through a barrel of proof
My locks tangled, sweat-damp
My beard holy as hell
The foxfire burns green at the bottom of the well

I'm drinking tea and watching over thee
Wrecked in a tireless knot
She said, "We all end in a fugue state"

Fruit flies in the attic, graffiti in our head
Mama's asthmatic, yellow fever in the bed
In fragments that speak, where's my bayonet
Illusion of insult, a tower of debt

I'm a drunken boat
Boy do I drift
I'm bawling at the moon
Through the sulfur and the mist
There go Brother Death
He set the hound music loose
A time-travelling push through a barrel of proof
My locks tangled, sweat-damp
My beard holy as hell
The foxfire burns green at the bottom of the well

I'm drinking tea and watching over thee
Wrecked in a tireless knot
She said, "We all end in a fugue state"
We all end in a fugue state

I'm a drunken boat
I'm a drunken boat