The rice is cold the kettle's overflowing   It's lonely at the bus stop   Curtain call a hairlip on the end   Funeral parade rainy morning   Put to rest another wasted week   I don't care bout soaking up the cider   All my brothers have stabbed me in the back   Stinking up old man Peterson   Lubrication caused another rash   Little Richie found a place to hide   (Keep 'em running)   Scream children scream   The rice is cold the kettle's overflowing   The warm skin dawns a sunny morning   A thousand eyes staring back at me   The sweet sounds of neighbors moaning   Skinned knees on blood stained sheets   Lather up the world's crumbling   Tick tock baby you don't stop   Torn denim on a rusty swing set   Another stillborn on Oak Street bench