Like the dream that used to scare me as a kid
Where my head is not in concert with my feet
Which are just sliding on the checkerboard beneath
Making bloody angels at a tugboat speed
I see blue for a second
Just before the second wave falls through
And it's the only sky I've seen
Since we made this barricade of dog food
Then in a flesh flash flood it's covered up
And it occurs to me
That I'm about to get my check cashed
'Cause there is a dead mass deposit of teeth
I see one way out and one way in
And I the spitting image of my father's sin
The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them,
The second is a place that I have already been
I see one way out and one way in
And I the spitting image of my father's sin
The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them,
The second is a place that I have already been so
What should I do? Head for that blue?
Well I guess I stopped screaming
When my feet got a grip on the floor
I threw a whole shelf of tuna
At the three between me and the front door
I saw red ribbonnettes
Blossom out from the head of the undead
By the time I could blink I was blinded
And before I could scrape off the violence
I was kicking at the deafening silence, "Please!"
There's just one way out and one way in
And I the spitting image of my father's sin
The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them,
The second is a place that I have already been
I see one way out and one way in
And I the spitting image of my father's sin
The trouble with the first is that it's crawling with them,
The second is a place that I have already been so
What should I do? The read or the blue?
To help me decide... a gash in my thigh!