that safety pin grip you know me like you
 know ice on a fire dust myself off with a
 spoon you shot your darts at the moon
 and this piece didn?t tear too soon now
 it?s dust the rubber burns peeling out
 behind the wheel and you?re looking for
 the holes that I don?t have caught on
 underneath my heel but now i?m moving
 on moving on from your safety pin inside
 the scoop outside the rage mothballs
 galore caught in the drain your hat?s on
 tight like super glue you dug the pit you
 stepped in it and now you?re out with the
 prick you?re going down without this ship