All my days I had moldy bread   Robot brains and the flying airplanes   Hollowed out and filled with dust   Rocking like a hurricane under the rug      Bored to the core on a sunken boat   A worn out candle and a plastic coat   A ziploc bag, a pelican bone   A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject      Overfed, electric comatose   Riding in the air, invisible socks   A broken blanket, flaming sawdust   Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt      Gonna fly like a dog, gonna leap right out the wall   Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey   Gonna run like a bird, gonna roll out in the dirt   Gonna run around this town with a phone machine      Yellow cat laying flat on the road   Molten lead shooting out the ground   Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge   Flap your wings and leap out the window      Put a glass eye in the eyes of God   Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake   Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit   Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before      Gonna jump like a flag, gonna burn like a pig   Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor   Gonna crawl like a rock, gonna dance like a worm   Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks      Fly like a squirrel, gonna swim like a chicken   Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon   Gonna melt like a weasel, gonna fry like a kid      Gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard   And some mayonnaise, and a mermaid   And some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires   And phone machines and a fax machine and a