The goat chewed up Once a tin can The goat shat out Was a Ford Sedan I like an eyeball I like a square cut I like a funny car I like a monster truck
White girl Market at Van Ness Heels to drag Discombobulated Air all soft around Hear the man singing Inclines and wires Telegraph Avenue Look away and
Her knees thrust in one direction Like a symbol of math, a symbol meaning greater than I come recommended by four out of five I'm a factor in the whole
I got the will to drive myself sleepless I got the will to drive myself sleepless I got the will to drive myself sleepless I got the will to drive myself
Is you am a dog? Is you got a dog? Is you am a dog? Hold closed the jaw Is you am a dog? Is you got a dog? Is you am a dog? How many cans must I stack
The body like soft serve drippin' down in the June sun I tried to shoot a thought, ah but the thought sunk Nothin' to do but scratch words in the dirt
