Lyrics:

Tiptoeing through the used condoms

Strewn on the piers

Off the west side highway

Sunset behind the skyline of jersey

Walking towards the water

With a fetus holding court in my gut

My body highjacked

My tits swollen

Im sore

The river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of

I could wake up screaming sometimes

But I dont

I could step off the end of this pier

But Ive got shit to do

And Ive an appointment on tuesday

To shed uninvited blood and tissue

Ill miss you I say to the river

To the water

To the son or

Daughter I thought better of

I could fall in love with jersey at sunset

But I leave

The view

To the rats

And tiptoe back