with your hands to the ground   and the laundry on lines   and by dolby surrounded   cover holes that you found   so we know it’s a mess   fadin at last   is it worth all the fuss   'till you don’t even guess      you know I don’t mind you’re fadin’   or putting stones on stones   I ain’t happy degrading   but it’s better then breaking my bones      with your head down low   and your eyes fade slow   you can use or abuse me   or refuse or infuse me      you know I see sounds parading   mesmorizing trones   I ain’t happy to be degrading   but it’s better then breaking my bones      keep your hands to the wheel   and the dog in the trunk   let ‘m bark at your heels   and if I bite you bite   now we’re bones      I don’t think that’s worth it   I don’t think that at all   something is overrated   nothing better than breakin’ my bones      I don’t mind you ’re fadin’   or putting stones on stones   I ain’t happy degrading   but it’s better than breaking my bones      not the clock but the tick   not the cock but the dick