it was on the rotating eyes it was all on the same postcard it was all on the same damn shirt said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house it was all in the great state parks it was all on the same Greyhound it was all so many miles beneath the dirty brown dirt twenty miles down the islands the biggest mall on Earth it was all in the same rest stop it was wall on the same damn shirt it was all on the same Greyhound sunspots in the house of the late scapegoat be aware the paint's still peeling all muscle cars made of lead I got myself a fine fine fine fine friend it was all in the next gray ghost it was all in the same damn place the parts to pound attractive your feeling you owe on your size is bleeding sunspots