Tonight it's all over
The floor-
Small fragments dissolve,
The larger ones soar;
I'm packing
Like Mad
Hatter in heat
Whatever the past
I choose to delete.
For now it's a quiet
Room in the back-
For you are a dummy
Your head in a sack;
I'm playing
It cool
Like Ripper the Clown
I just have to run
So keep your voice down.
Tomorrow it will be too late
To confirm
Who pushed the odd trigger,
Who's apt to deform
I'm letting
All Ginger
Men to elope
'Cause if you go wild
You just can't stop
Re:
Bug off,
Hit this trail,
Seal the box-
Go to jail...
Learn the trick,
Crashing mug,
Scared you sick,
Off you bug.