All my days I had moldy bread
Robot brains and the flying airplanes
Hollowed out, and filled with dust
Rocking like a hurricane under the rug
Bored to the core on a sunken boat
A worn out candle and a plastic coat
A ziploc bag, a pelican bone
A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject
Overfed, electric comatose
Riding in the air, invisible socks
A broken blanket, flaming sawdust
Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt
Gonna fly like a dog
Gonna leap right out the wall
Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey
Gonna run like a bird
Gonna roll out in the dirt
Gonna run around this town with a phone machine
Yellow cat laying flat on the road
Molten lead shooting out the ground
Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge
Flap your wings and leap out the window
Put a glass eye in the eyes of God
Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake
Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit
Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before
Gonna jump like a flag
Gonna burn like a pig
Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor
Gonna crawl like a rock
Gonna dance like a worm
Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks
Fly like a squirrel
Gonna swim like a chicken
Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon
Gonna melt like a weasel
Gonna fry like a kid
Gonna get my walkie talkie and some mustard and some mayonnaise
And a mermaid and some macaroni, bricks
And some telephone wires and phone machines
And a
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