This guy from the corner He's too far away from being a mammal Nothing but a source Of organic waste The guy lives and breeds in dung When asked His answer Is silence
So I went on Minding my own business I didn't understand a single thing of it And I couldn't have cared less As I was just looking for something Something that would stick Somewhere else than to the sole of my mind
And as the body drifts away It breaks down And as the morning slips away It folds And though the writing peels away And melts down Today it brings The shore Change the course It's over Fear yourself Alone
The More Stones They Have The More Curd They Down Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut Cut