'A' frames, statuettes, sunset magazine, they're lining up to do their jobs  but i swear to god i seen: bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees,  Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground. Pour some  concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down... your kids are fucking in your  garbage, they're waiting for your job, got the mouthes around your  paycheck, got joyticks for your saws.