The curtains were made for moving  Cause you know sometimes your not always there  You don't need it now, your head's shaped like a cow  Till all is here, the world's just a sphere  No bigger than the balls you suck    Hey you with your hat down  Don't you know that can't be where it's always at?  You've all been always there, your head's shaped like a pear  You search thru the light, instead of jumped in the pie  Of life that you slice till it's just dry.    You're so often seen along  The westside wheel of the meals that you steal  To get around the coaching of this loss  It's always made you feel the best  You always made less and less of the casual forces  That lead you away from the nest.    I know your face, It's all out of place.