Salt Lake City 1973

Mormon's are everwhere
 Battalions of bicycling bachelors
 With dark suits
 And well cropped hair
 We're mormons too
 Have been since '72
 I'm riding between my brother and sister
 In the back seat of a '67 buick station wagon
 With red vinyl seats
 We stick by each other
 And to those seats
 We've been eating cheese and bacon sandwiches
 Our mother made for thirteen days straight in the august heat
 And both my siblings are wakin' on those eggshells
 As I will soon learn how to do myself
 They play their quiet silly games
 With their peashooters
 As I sip luke-warm sprite from a tin can
 Sold to me by a hunchback silly bastard old woman
 A hundred miles back
 Who is probably the only person with good sense
 In this part of the country
 I still don't know what to do god-awful bacon and cheese sandwich
 But your body is your temple
 God tells us so,
 So drink up your milk
 And reap what you sow
 I mold the cheese and bacon sandwich into a ball in my hand
 It kind of reminds me of play-dough
 I look around to see who is watchin'
 And stuff it between the red vinyl seats
 No one will find it
 At least not for a couple of weeks
 We're in this big place now
 It's kind of like 1/2 of an blue plastic easter egg shell
 And there's a hole in the top
 Where the sun cuts through
 And lights up the room
 And I hear all these male voices
 Telling me that black people are inferior
 And it's ok to have more than one wife
 And as the dry dry breath of the utah sun warms me
 I stand before a statue of jesus that is far too big
 And has held these folks hostage for so so long
 And I gaze up at the nostrils of the sandstone savior
 And wonder if it
 Can smell all this bullshit
 Cause I sure can
 And I'm only 5 years old
 In salt lake city
 In 1973...