snatch a piece of my wonderin' distant-far like yonderin' skin of my tooth like seat of my boot like fly in my soup like where's the waitress? can i take this, really, can i finish this? these years and all these creatures it's my mistake, i'll make it j-dub to the boom now make it bounce-wiggle bounce-wiggle shakin' all them bangs out chemical cutthroats bound to blow the brain out cut to the brain this ain't no game i'll show no shame i'll birth this blame i'm twisted cain i'll twist again i'll push the blade as plain as day known to what these sayers say known to what these doers do it's you and who and you-know-where we's about to take it there we's about to make it clear we happy or we lonesome the long jump, the beat heart, from start to finish ten spoons of spinach the soul and the spillage the cup that runneth ovah we turn up the o-god!
all alone (all alone)
close your eyes and see when there ain't no light all you'll ever be come and save the night cause i don't leave when the morning comes, it doesn't seem to say an awful lot to me