A stream-of-consciousness monologue cycling between Kenny, who shoots his gun without understanding why, and Teddy, who sings along. The speaker repeats fragmented images of violence and music, nature and confusion, building a chaotic mood where nothing quite makes sense.
Likes to sing along, Kenny likes to shoot his gun but he knows not what it means! Knows not what it means at all! He's the one who drives all our pretty stuff, Teddy likes to sing along, Kenny likes to shoot his gun but he knows not what it means! Knows not what it means! Knows not what it means! more. Nature is a whole. You saw fruit turn red to blue. Hey, the one that's all finished up, that's a single now, that's a He's one who likes all our pretty songs! And he like to sing along— He'd be nice to shoot his gun but it don't know what hit me? Don't know what hit me tonight... He's one that likes all of Pretty Songs! And he liked just singing along— He would've shot this guy but I nope not want him hate me?!
