Bat chain   Puller   Bat chain puller   Puller, puller      A chain with yellow lights   That glistens like oil beads   On its slick smooth trunk   That trails behind on tracks, and thumps   A wing hangs limp and retreats      Bat chain puller   Puller puller      Bulbs shoot from its snoot   And vanish into darkness   It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth   Sodbustin’ rakes with grey dust claws   Announces its coming in the morning   This train with grey tubes   That houses people’s very thoughts and belongings.      Bat chain puller   Puller puller      This train with grey tubes that houses people’s thoughts,   Their very remains and belongings.   A grey cloth patch   Caught with four threads   In the hollow wind of its stacks   Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,   Lunging the cushioned thickets.   Pumpkins span the hills   With orange crayola patches.   Green inflated trees   Balloon up into marshmallow soot   That walks away in forty circles,   Caught in grey blisters   With twinkling lights and green sashes   Uuh   Pulled by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths   That blister and break in agony   In souls of rust   They kill gold sawdust into dust.      Bat chain puller,   Puller puller.