text: The smoke from the battle fish
  And the rain soaked through
  And the wheelman left the shore
  And barns tumbled and silos flew
  Across fifteen miles of bad road tar
  And Big Bull Trometer hung on to the side
  And the pig dogs trembled on Spideys wild ride
  And Big John Jizzum from downtown Chisolm
  Flew away with old Mrs. Storm
  And they found Bird Lundy neath a keg of nails
  Crooked as a dogs hind leg
  Keeping warm after twenty-nine days
  On hard assed bread
  He drilled to the big outside
  And clung like a tick to his waterfront
  Life mooned and clouded blued and skied
  And all the clocks blew up on Spideys wild ride
  And the hills stood up in a great big three
  And left me whipped by the forces that were inside me
  Loud as the ocean cold as a desk
  Red as the water on the river of flesh
  And he was sewing up his pants while he was shoeing a mule
  And he was bucking a head wind gale
  But the crooked ass beauty was trapped to the side
  And he shook on Spideys wild ride
  And all the statue ass makers and the uprooted trees
  And I shouted way up to where the rabbit digs his hole
  And the wheelman the jockeys the landlords and thee
  Were bucking a head wind south
  And with nine lives spent he landed on his rent
  Composed with a steelhead salmon in his mouth
  And I never did see another day outside
  Cause Id had enough travel on Spideys wild ride