Vilas County

I will smoke a million grams
In the river walks of Amsterdam
Sling a thousand pints in Dublin
Vomit to the mocking of a mandolin
Fly with cheer like Peter Pan
Through the bombs of Afghanistan
Nothing in that desert can scorch me
Like the ulcer that is Vilas County
Like a beggar to a bottle of vodka
Like sin to the city of Gomorrah
Like the power of LSD
That is the energy of Vilas County
So I will sail to Egypt
And lay me down in a slaves crypt
Cleave through the jungles of Africa
Open my intestines to the jaw of a cheetah
Rest upon the levees of Orleans
And pray the floods wash me clean
Of the memory that infiltrates my dream
The haunting of Vilas County