I can flick a cigarette bu*t
Further and with more accuracy
Lots of practice, i guess
Someday we will all be editors
That jumps around from person to person
And bites you on the a**
A certain static is required
The albino bu*terfly
Thank you thank you very much
Little spiders making little webs
Nuts is what you have become
Kind of fractured of the facts
Dylan and d** and the sweat bee
Shake and stretch the stiffness out
Exercise? Not right now
Applauded for your idleness
Connects to a power line
That runs over my head
In the cool wet morning air
As we sit under a tree
Thank you thank you very much
Little spiders making little webs
Nuts is what you have become
Kind of fractured of the facts
An upsidedown wire heart
Being s**ed into a periscope
Still the mind is dull
Like you need another excuse
Your thoughts lift like a fog
As the sun burns it away
A soft ball and a stick
And the imprint that it makes
Like a chamber from a gun
After the shooting's done
This is what you have become
Now make something out of it