I want my records back And that motorcycle gas tank That I spraypainted black ♪ The owls have been talking to me But I'm sworn to secrecy Woke up in A burnt out basement Sleeping with metal hands In a spirit ditch ♪ The moon, it will rise with such Horse laughter It's dragging pianos to the ocean ♪ If I had a home You'd know it'd be In a slide trombone I woke up in A burnt out basement Sleeping with metal hands In a spirit ditch ♪ I woke up in A burnt out basement Sleeping with metal hands In a spirit ditch