The gris-gris heard there was water on Mars and he's on his way to fix it his fingernails are missing, one through ten and there's ink all over the place
Nowhere .... was not here nowhere's not there nowhere is nowhere
His soul's in the corner very uptight it's ugly but it's not meant to be
A derelict lighthouse signalling men in shipwrecks under the ocean
Secret bruises from a writing machine dismantled in a winter landscape his fingernails are missing, one through ten and there's ink all over the place