The Stomach of the Earth

Will I rest my head in heaven

Or will I sleep in the stomach of the earth?

I'm not afraid of what might happen

Getting dressed for work

I’m crying through my haircut

Deep in the stomach of the earth

A quiet day, I show up drunk

To the bank of America

The viciousness of the glee club

Was legendary

The kind of thing you tell stories of

For the next few centuries

I watched the beauty

Of the world condensed

Tipping too much

On a twenty dollar check