smacked supine on the field of prattle - burnman lyrics

someone got some mattress in my mud. someone shot some
bullet in my gut. the gr-ss is whispering tickle into my
ears and the salvos have exploded the sun into dust and a
silver sliver. i believe i see you in the back of my
head, you’ve stumbled upon yourself there thinking this
hand is a pretty one, my man is a lucky one.