Played with my troops in the litter box  Hungry sandworms on the prowl  Left me with plastic toys    Raincoats worrying in forests of me  I percolate, oozing through walls  It's guilt that you feel about water  Don't wear it out, with each use it grows    She will soon be protecting my closet  Dismemberment's best friend, the morrow  Forces itself upon my bed    Lorries rushing in and out of my head  Corrected, I stand disfigured a whole  It probably stands to reason, I ponder  They'll sell you a new car smell wrapped in a rock    Played with my troops in the litter box  Hungry sandworms on the prowl  Left me with plastic toys  They'll sell you a new car smell wrapped in a rock