one trial down in Spanos County. ladies always turn up to watch them fall. and the hands they bind you. they bind you like you want to be broken. but the land is comin' babe. it's coming up golden. gold and silver streaks. when you hit them. you can't buy sand. in the gross land. don't say what to make 'em feel. they got take it off my wrists. Jacob you move up my wrists. Jacob you move..when you move. you don't move! you don't moooove!!. alright i want a cigarette. all those trials and things they try to do. while wondering over why we're insane. damn land ho(?) won't you?.