Summer in this town is a giant ashtray
Where dead grandfathers scrub themselves
Until they have skin again
Summer is when we swallow bars of soap
Until our songs are clean again
But summer is also when drug sniffing angels
Break into our homes late at night
To confiscate the tumors
Hidden in dresser drawers
Then they fly to the American side of Niagara Falls
And put our tumors in barrels
And push them over
When the barrels break open on the rocks below
Our tumors form cancerous constellations
Shedding light on our deepest darkest secrets
Meanwhile tourists on the Canadian side
Are hitting each other with blue bouquets
Lamenting the start of pain in America
But at least there’s a breeze
Blowing through your hair
At least daylight is popping Viagra so it lasts longer
We’re trying to make the best of a bad situation
Slathering sunscreen on abandoned train cars
And bringing them back to life
Riding the rails straight into the heart of the sun
