A' frames, statuettes, sunset magazine, they're lining up to do their jobs

but i swear to god i seen: bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees,

Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground. Pour some

concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down... your kids are fucking in your

garbage, they're waiting for your job, got the mouthes around your

paycheck, got joyticks for your saws