The Stomach of the Earth

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