Putting Down

Held a bird's egg between her bre*sts There's reasons for the road, I guess To document the indigenous To paint and sketch, paint and sketch I'm starting to fail to be impressed United state of ricochet From the boardwalk to the Appian way The diamond files, the corporate raves You'd practically kill not to be afraid And I'm starting to choke on the things I say I'm putting down, I'm putting down I'm putting down I'm putting down, I'm putting down I'm putting down I'm putting down, I'm putting down I'm putting down, down Browbeaten out from underneath your dress The documented indigenous Civilization flipped its desk You know the rest, there is no rest And I'm starting to fail to know what's best I'm putting down, I'm putting down I'm putting down I'm putting down, I'm putting down I'm putting down I'm putting down, I'm putting down I'm putting down Down, down, down, down, down