I can flick a cigarette butt
Further and with more accuracy


Lots of practice, I guess
Someday we will all be editors


It jumps around from person to person
And bites you on the $$#
A certain static is required

The albino butterfly
Thank you thank you very much
Little spiders making little webs

Nuts is what you have become
Kind of fractured of the facts


Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee
Shake and stretch the stiffness out


Exercise? Not right now
Applauded for your idleness


Connects to a power line
That runs over my head
In the cool wet morning air

As we sit under a tree
Thank you thank you very much
Little spiders making little webs

Nuts is what you have become
Kind of fractured of the facts


An upside-down wire heart
Being sucked into a periscope


Still the mind is dull
Like you need another excuse


Your thoughts lift like a fog
As the sun burns it away
A softball and a stick

And the imprint that it makes
Like the chambers from a gun
After the shooting's done

This is what you have become
Now make something out of it