It?s a doll completely made of socks It?s a cover for a tissue box It?s a clothespin duck and a Fun Fur cat And a crazy yarn and beer can hat Earth to
This is sadness and here's what you can do with it Leave it in a dumpster for the garbage man to find This is disappointment and here's what you can do
Your parrot, he mocks me You better shut him up Or else he's had it I swear it, I'll kill it And throw it down the basement stairs You watch me Redway
This hole it has a bottom of that I have no doubt If I could only smarten up and figure my way out But what would I do then probably find I hate it there
Time marches on so I've heard and I won't contest it Still I would like to believe that I've got a bit more time I could tell this to you but I wouldn
Sarah stood upon the bridge On the railing, near the edge The only thing that brought her in Was a book that she had read The novel's name was long since
The dirt farmer's wife is hanging her laundry on the line She's wasting her life but other than that she's doing fine The gut wagon rolls trailing a
Comfort me you wall eyed girl Hold me like a doll Soft against your withered skin Wall eyed girl Deliver me you wall eyed girl Pull me from the fire
Jet trails across an autumn sky High tail it to your bike and fly If you could Over the neighborhood Zipped up against the evening damp You?re off and
We were burning leaded gasoline Rather fight than switch Found a stack of dirty magazines Hidden in the ditch Making fun of nearly everything That lined
So they found your brother's john boat And they filled it up with fish And your brother didn't find it for a week And you said that you could smell it
You've got your own thing But it's not happening You've got your own place But that's not where it's at It's not happening That's not where it's at
Escalator, moving stairs Blue and white rail, it disappears It disappears, it disappears Blue and white rail, oh, it disappears Suck you under and eat
There are thirteen headless turtles Hanging on a line Their severed heads would snap a stick And break your finger pretty quick The blood is draining
The same sun shone through the window glass The table was set with the good plates You came down in your new easter dress And he smiled when he said your
Poor woman the people exclaimed When julia pastrana was first shown They marveled and pitied her fate Covered with dark hair from top to toe But she was
Last night it snowed Powdered sugar cedars lined the road They looked good enough to eat But I don't think I would I can't imagine that they'd taste too
Pissing on a camp fire With the morning coming close Breaking empty bottles And laughing at the ghosts Laughing Sitting in the evening In a cluster