Flamingo Riders From the End of Time

It was half past three in the mornin'… Waffle House sign still hummin'… And the syrup… The syrup wasn't done just yet. By the glow of the sign off Exit Nine Where the gravy split the threads of time A tremor shivered through the parking lot Somethin' stirred that should've not Spanish moss in the streetlight swayed Wind cried "leave"... but the night stayed anyway Then through the fog by the dumpster light Came plastic beaks in the dead of night… Dust on their backs, death in their eyes Pink bone riders start to rise No thunder rolled, no angels cried Just kazoos hummin' from the other side… Ride, ride, ride, through the Waffle House gloom Pink bone cavalry born of breakfast doom Syrup ran black and the biscuits cried Neon flamingo riders marchin' wide Ho! Ho! Ho! Hear that haunted tone Kazoos of war in a minor drone From mulch bed deep to the roadside sign They crossed that rift from the end of time! Bob never meant to tear the seam Just tipped the boat mid syrup scream A waffle slipped, the cosmos bent And through that crack the riders went From greasy stars and skillet skies They marched on legs that never die Flamingo bones in plastic grace Cursed to guard each breakfast place Spectral hums echo when the night goes still Past the soda sign on the gravel hill No engine sound, no headlights shine Just kazoo breath through the forest pine. Ride, ride, ride, through the Waffle House gloom Pink bone cavalry born of breakfast doom Syrup ran black and the biscuits cried Neon flamingo riders marchin' wide. Ho! Ho! Ho! Hear that haunted tone Kazoos of war in a minor drone From mulch bed deep to the roadside sign They crossed that rift from the end of time! They say there's kazoos in the midnight air But only the marked can hear them... beware