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 bad road tar

And big Bull Trometer hung on to the side

and the pig dogs trembled on Spidey's wild ride

And big John Jizom from downtown Chizom

flew away with old mrs. Storm

And they found Bird Lundy neath a keg of nails crooked as a dog's 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 Spidey's wild ride

And the hills stood up in a great big 3

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 Spidey's 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 steele head salmon in his mouth

and I never did see another day outside

cause I'd had enough travel on Spidey's wild ride