waiting on a box of mud
to bring you to your knees
trying to push without a shove
a handless glove in a tree
bring the hammer down i can't feel a thing
my wings are cracking and the telephone rings in my ear
softly say, \"hey man, there's nobody here\"
get a flashlight
make that duck you do
waiting on a box of mud
arms crossed impatiently
go out and paint the town
and scream what you feel
get a flashlight
make that duck you do
just for old times' sake
you be me i'll be you
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