Soul Coughing - Down To This lyrics

You get the ankles And i get the wrists. You get the ankles And i get the wrists. You get the ankles And i get the wrists. You come down to this. Nerves are up And the eyes all screwy Blood like a panful Of boiling ratatouille Hang from the axles of a box car Follow the dotted line Like a steer to chicago To the hooks of the chicago man I get all tripped up My eyes turn to water Rug burns from a shag rug Struck dumb in the presence Polyester burns from a jacket Rub the skin thin Break down in a diner Then i pay the bill Cashier toothpick stuck in the ground Tiny lawnmower to mow me down I could get lost in a lunchbox Lie low in the mittens in the lost and found