The Truth Fish

The town that he's in and the town they're in
Seperated by tombstones on this sandy plateau
When the wind is warm, he goes out to play
'Til one fine spring day he gets shot in the head
The hole was ready, the arrangements had been made
The digging was not his doing and he fell right in
Many miles to the west, many miles to the east
The truth fish prowls, blessing body parts just like his

I am the truth fish
My name is Abu
I am the truth fish
I am just 9 years old
I am the truth fish
When the wind is warm
I go out 'n play--flip up a little dust

The wall of that bathtub holds a city full of grief
The wall of that bathtub cannot contain
The river of tears
The oozing fears
The code orange bullshit of machiavellian ordeals
Now down in that bathtub, there's a bit of a rub
What if the bones of the soldiers from Jeddah
Get tossed in with the ashes of our boys from Tribeca?
One damn big ring and we scrub and we scrub

I am the truth fish
My name is Abu
I am the truth fish
I am just 9 years old
I am the truth fish
When the wind is warm
I go out 'n play

I am the truth fish
My name is Abu
I am the truth fish
I am just 9 years old
I am the truth fish
When the wind is warm
I go out 'n play

I am the truth fish and I bless body parts
I am the truth fish and the wind is warm
I tend to the Phlegathon fires
No-one cares to put out