WHY? - A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under lyrics

Rain goes perfect with a Nosdam mix tape
The last street lights stay
On well after dawn
Kings fall to pawns he dropped the needle
Let the song say it
The kind of morgue with a
Gong to tell you when
But the rooms rules bend and the
Staff will make you laugh
My dad wore this face in old photographs
Calico cats out stare me from
Behind a junkyard fence
High on khat I let my stare
Go soft but pretend it's not
When I'm eyed I tongue my bottom teeth
And look at the sidewalk in front of me
As my tennis shoes go in and out of the frame
Another sleuth-footed empty Why? walking on
Goose eggs in the mission
Swap meet brown 31 fishnet hat
Cocked to the right
I only played chess once in
My life and I lost

Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under
Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under
Looks like a good sky to die under