there's a line in the sky

its jet exhaust

its moccassin looking straight cloud

and if you turn your head sideways

it can look like a distant twister

coming to swing a cow

a quarter mile

in three seconds.

and lift up my camper and drop her down

not so gently



ain't nothing to worry about

its all under control

ain't nothing to see here

please vacate the premisses



we must secure the area

and dust for prints

let the evidence be fondled

mentally attempt to solve

the mystery thats before you

with clues and leeches poppin up

take em down town for questioning



ain't nothing to worry about

its all under control

ain't nothing to see here

please vacate the premisses



you have the right to remain silent

as well as to yell!

at the top of your lungs

why abuse your rights

why not abuse your wrongs

its there where the fun begins and the things

we see in the clouds become real



she creeps by candle light

shadows to start conversing

and the flowers on the bedspread

waiting to suck me up

i drift to unconciousness

only to awake

till metal starts grinding on pavement

riding next to my head



line in the sky

its jet exhaust

its mocassin looking straight cloud

and if you turn your head sideways

it can look like a distant twister

coming to swing a cow

a quarter mile

in three seconds

a lift up my camper and drop her down

not so gently



ain't nothing to worry about

its all under control

ain't nothing to see here

please vacate the premisses