Time tells butterfat lies,
sweet lousy cupcakes of lies.


I'll comply and I shall play along,
I was born in the year of the dog.


Then the blue black tattoo well it crawled up my arm,
scribbled vines crawling my arm.


Then the rose it rose up and it cried an alarm,
sounded alarming alarms.


And laid on the lawn in the dawn til the morning got warm.

Queer fear insevere clear,

scrunch your fat face like a doll.

I got made in a candyfloss smog,

I was born in the year of the dog.

Then I drove in my car where the hills stand to shore,

over and down to the shore.

Then I threw out my dreams, so I'd dream them no more,

drown them and dream them no more.

Then I sat and I stared at the waves from my primer gray Ford.


And I'm listless and lost and I cry all the time,
lost and I cry all the time.


And I felt just the same, though I chuffed(?) up a line
high but I felt just the same.


And the steam from my cup a girl loved and it spelled out her name.