Hard hats hang all around the head Of the lily-white ways the gasoline greys Well, everybody learns in a learning room Where the readymade tunes They whistle in the afternoons Worms are hungry for my bones The sticks and stones are gonna follow you home
First and last, the pickpockets crash, the lunch money cash The bargain center dunce cap sittin' on your head Like a hive sucked dry Where the billy goats cry Beneath the satellite trespass sky The worms are hungry for my bones The sticks and stones are gonna follow you home