Doesn't anybody feel
That all these killers should be killed
All these healers should be healed
So all these beggers can be filled

Now tell me why am I to lie
If I'm holding firm and feel
The right
To lie down beside this dog of mine
And let that perverted thought really
Run through my mind

I'd scrape my toes across the floor
This day's the same as those before
And though inside I'm feeling giddy
Always wrong for never giving myself
An uninvaded door

So now I'll take a little glue
I'll put together a new glittered room
For view
So I can start sitting so pretty
Instead of sitting here not
Seein' clear
Just sitting here not fittin' here
No things ain't fittin' here

I'll just lay my head down beside this
God of mine
And let that perverted thought burn a
Hole in my mind
And if I don't lay my head beside
This God of mine
Maybe the hunter's dog called god
Could be my friend in time

• 2x4
• Car Seat
• Dumptruck
• Galaxie
• God's Presents
• Lemonade
• Mouthful of Cavities
• New Life
• Skinned
• The Duke
• Toe's Across The Floor
• Toes Across The Floor
• Vernie
• Walk
• Wilt