A Watery Kentucky

On a slow mend, happy to sing
Dead at sea, dead like a trophy
Ground one inch to spare
The room, a quarter of a sphere
Four numbers travelin' towards a wall
The friction, my blind method
I fall behind the fourth to hit
Unpredicted rebound to impact
Crude comedy, the seamless complexity
Ee-ya-ba-do-ba
Yeah, I look at you with pride
Mastered the speedy zig and zag
Be-ya-ba-do-ba-ba
The friction, my blind method
I step on top of the fourth one
Grind
And for Lincoln, Tyler, Henry, fried river
Gorge, Cassius, Lincoln, Taylor
And for one guilty stride
For a four-three-two-one
To one dear bitty baby
Dead at sea, dear baby
Dead like a trophy