Make a pile
your sun sets laughing
odds on success
I'm a pornographic lighthouse, stuffed with your mess
could I make her holler, trash her high hopes I guess
I'm a so called classic coward.
Lovely she said

I'm a small man pushing you...

throw it down the drain pipe
lost in anger she said 
building up the pieces
trash her high hopes I guess
like a big distortion whamming inside my head
I'm a so called classic coward.
Lovely she said

I'm a small man pushing you...