Black Art

I apologize that much of this is nonsense - but it's what I hear in the recording. If it were easier to make out I wouldn't be asking for the collective help of the internet. This is the fourth song, "Black Art."

the truth that all cats know

alone is best

it's a state of rest

let your ghost go west

and a paint yourself

space age thank aid

I'll put paint in a couch of shame

the world was here when I valued you

little thing

just let me down easy

and I would smile, and walk that mile

and your heart breaks east

favors a raincoat

color taught

what's left to lose

I could be your friend

we could be raintroops

when the world was bright

it's a knuckle fight

and trickle night

but there's more to life

then killing bulls and fish

could have said excuses learned

and we're alive

and we can't stop

show our eyes

another night

so lets come find

the complex

I could be your boy I guess as cool as this

no matters in my mystery

I don't want to be alone anymore

not enough scare or bored I just do

(guitar solo)

til then be shima

which one belongs to a pycho cyst

and hara kare with a smith corona, what the fuck

left arm on the right way

we can't go back, or we can't go on

I could be your boy

and you could be this song

so you better pack

your gonna lose this kid

I am not your sordid boy

with so much to give