With a matchbook You came prepared to escape from The pull and tear like neighbors On the interstate, who always have to wait and look both ways You've been trained to train me to Good thing I know just what to do I remember just what we need: A map, some apples and broken string It's not Christmas, it's Halloween We'll make it moan for a separate stream Wash your mouth out, and clean your hands Tie a rope around that Let's get married in the parking lot And fall apart like broken logs So fuck you, full of plans Not living up to the demand-- Aw shit! A drawing made of made-up names And there I saw too much, and then I came; Aw shit, it made the front page So shed some skin for your faith Because it's going inside of this cake-- Aw shit, I meant to behave You've been trained to, I've been trained You've been trained to train me to