La Buenos Aires

You step on the urine-soaked homeland of a country that hides secrets from you
you kiss the face of a chalk lady in a bullet-riddled world
you see love scattered at random like grains of sincere light
from lovers who returned their plastic souls to God.

In this world, life is like this
you pay dues to eat a flower
in this world, life is like this
golden calves pruning the garden.

You light the wet bowl sheltered on a cloud bank
you are the stepchild of a narco country, meat for murder
you see love scattered at random like grains of sincere light
from lovers who denied their blessed faults to God.

In this world, life is like this
you pay dues to eat a flower....

High voltage in the veins
ascent to the cross and descent
those who lick knives get cut
and deliver speeches of blood...

In this world, life is like this
you pay dues to eat a flower.