Step out through the back door
Nothing but plain blue sand, in sight
Flat, nasty
But what’s that in the distance
looking lonesome on the horizon
Walk closer to get a better look
It’s tall - ten stories tall
Some kind of dog-thing standing on all fours
Feels warm, feels okay
Well I have to wait and see
When I look into the body
The sharing of the bed door
I can feel the moonlight
Where the shadows look like veins
I can hear the booty
It’s slapping through my brain
We’re all, we’re all, we’re all redundant