I can flick a cigarette butt 

Further and with more accuracy 


Lots of practice, i guess 

Someday we will all be editors 


That jumps around from person to person 

And bites you on the ass 

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 upsidedown 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 soft ball and a stick 

And the imprint that it makes 

Like a chamber from a gun 

After the shooting's done 

This is what you have become 

Now make something out of it