Thurston Moore
"Patti Smith Math Scratch"

I'm searching for your beat.
Black sister, stony beat.
Post office freaks her out.
Shock to me, come on out.

Oh, Patti, leaky heart, yeah.
Girl got a heavy heart, oh.
She's crazy, self and I, yeah.
She's making me a dog, it's all right.
A black beetle.

I'm sucking this and feet.
Black Patti's rich and sweet.
You're poor enough for me,
Poor enough to eat a tree.

Eat it up and rock into it.
Little girl can not munch through it.
Back into your Patti, bueno,
Patti record, caffeine stain.
Oh, no, a black beetle.