John and Kevin, Saturday Night




Whatcha gonna do

now, Kevin

Long Gone John

took your favorite face







Your favorite face

on the pavement

Saturday night’s entertainment

Step right up


When the boogie man

comes to get you

Judges your character

Judges your deeds


Pulls you apart

to see what’s hidden inside

Tramples cornstalks

beneath his feet


Passed out on the cross

She was born on the fourth

She thought those fireworks

were for her


She likes superhero movies

She has the answers

I have the issues

And Long Gone John


whispers in my ear

Tells me the smokers

are the last people

its ok to persecute