you soft soap   the soft-shelled   the porous   morons like me and   you're not sorry      piece of cake   to shake off   principles   hard won scruples   and pretty virtue      crushed into the bottom   of mud-yellow sand   like a slippershell   chrome   like phosphorescent teeth   in mud-yellow skin   you're a slippershell   and you can go to hell      hard water   down your throat   down your back   hard to say it's hard luck   when you're so happy   hard to say it's hard luck   when we had it coming      crushed into the bottom   of mud-yellow sand   like a slippershell   chrome   like phosphorescent teeth   in mud-yellow skin   you're a slippershell   and you can go to hell   maybe see me there      can't you see it's a white-out   made of chrome?   can't you see the white-out?   it's why I piss & moan   it's why I can't go home      wallet full of fat   belly full of milk   you're touchingly, deeply fulfilled   you're very old   you're very new   you're touchingly, deeply confused      can't you see the white-out?   no, I guess you don't