My Friend Thor
Michael Gira
When you go back to Texas
take your hammer
Your saw, and your drum
We care what you've done
We'll never give up on you
The starlight is leaking through the holes in your ceiling
The sawdust collecting on your spoons and your bedding
Your draw is disturbing. Your sex drive, alarming
The hair on your body would clothe a small a nation
Your dogs smell like dead things.You work for perfection
You despise pretension,but you tolerate this
When we hit the black ice, then Thor saved our lives
We care who you are
We know what you do
And you are my star with your hammer
Your drum, and your saw