I can flick a cigarette butt   Further and with more accuracy      Lots of practice, i guess   Someday we will all be editors      That jumps around from person to person   And bites you on the ass   A certain static is required   The albino butterfly   Thank you thank you very much   Little spiders making little webs   Nuts is what you have become   Kind of fractured of the facts      Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee   Shake and stretch the stiffness out      Exercise? Not right now   Applauded for your idleness      Connects to a power line   That runs over my head   In the cool wet morning air   As we sit under a tree   Thank you thank you very much   Little spiders making little webs   Nuts is what you have become   Kind of fractured of the facts      An upsidedown wire heart   Being sucked into a periscope   Still the mind is dull   Like you need another excuse   Your thoughts lift like a fog   As the sun burns it away   A soft ball and a stick   And the imprint that it makes   Like a chamber from a gun   After the shooting's done   This is what you have become   Now make something out of it