You drop it just to pick it up
You pick it up just to drop it
Drop it
Drop it
It's the arcade coin operated organism
It's controlled by a stick
It's got a mouth with no lips
Where the prize is dispensed
The middle class got a prince, but
He's doubled over with laughter
Once It's granted his wish
The claw machine dream
Weaves huggable plush stuffies
In supernatural color
On a quarter from your mother
Crowded in the cage looking hungry and abused
You grab for them, you get them, you lose them and feel confused
Every so many turns, an increased
Success rate will temporarily level
Your chances of getting paid and
The claw the toy crane
Getting machine game
Will tighten the grip strength
And raise the prize
Wait
It's a hail Mary of outrage,
The basic motor reflex of a
Sucker don't want to admit that
He's been played
It builds a junky to think broken
He's open to start shopping
The claw's is a heart stolen
Focus on not stopping
The customer's dissatisfied
The parking lot is paranoid
Bargain hunters flinching like
Spousal abuse veterans, just
Reacting to the sound of the
Public announcement system
If there are toys in the machine, we've got no animal control
But I'm going to settle this problem right
I'm going up in the Plexiglas cell and I'm staying the night
You never felt so shameless
At home with strip mall royalty
With the boy in the colorful stuffed toy bubble nativity
Mother was so surprised she snapped her thighs shut
Like she was closing her eyes tight and
Bad lighting be sucked she went for the point and shoot,
She shot my cave dive dash into the black hatch
Fainted and flushed