Cat's eyes   Circle the globe on protruding white stalks   Dancers with green trays, baskets   Snakes slither and probe   A bridge of dog size      A bench, a chair   She's so fine that naked lady of mine   Slight turn in repose   The lings out on the moan   The churbs so small   A chorus of fogs step on into streets   Of forest greens, lanes      We all walk in the straight line   Nice and tight   We all walk in a straight line   Nice and tight      Elvis bleeds from the eyes   Madonna's light up the skies   Kneel before the potato   And kiss the forehand of Siva   Sunset and Vine      Walk in the straight line   With my knee on   My knee on   Walk in the straight line   Nice and tight      Jesus t-shirts   Airport chieftains   Blow-dried smiles   Nothing is sacred   No one is safe   Whispers of secrets walk   Through these streets where my lady lies   Sacredness      Walkin with my knee on   Knee on   Walkin the straight line   Nice and Tight      Human chases at their Jesse Helms   Guiding the gnomes and   Their clone children, the king's dominion   Here, kitty, kitty   Here, kitty, kitty       With my knee on