Foyer Song

Tent foyer
10 P.M
Friday
What am I gonna do
When there's a mask of dew?
Some of them drop acid in the porch
But I can't say yes
I am always playing Tom Wolfe
Never Hunter S
'Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test'
Was a favourite over
The Hell's Angels book he wrote
Sorry
Although I haven't finished it

Not until nine
I've got two bottles of wine
Decanted and half-gone, but it's fine
And like a sexually frustrated maid
In a Victorian Bildungsroman
I'm keeping quiet about changing around the stage plan

Tent foyer
10 P.M
Saturday
Fucked "Latent Pussy" up
But "Samurai Soap" was good
And knee slide could not be mustered up
I need more samurai suds
And talking to the tent liaison
She was an unknowing Eve
Amongst the apple trees
Back to the stables' lock-up, I guess
Sorry
And then the rain came down

Up at ten
In a muddy field
Watching Sun Kil Moon with Dan
And the hay had got away
As we approached the Chinese van
In a waterproof poncho that's hood screamed klansman

I'm down in the trenches
And the rice is under-cooked
I'm burning with desire
I'm the Fort McMurray fire
And baby, your territory's fucked

Tent foyer
10 A.M
Monday
The man who stole my name
And his Turkish flame
Were hitching in the mud, in yoga pants
Sorry
But I've got a connecting bus to catch