Take off your right hand 'Cause you don't use it a lot In dreams you're so scared But so what? At the wrecking ball Your eyes were open You had them flown in at birth Your skin is hempen And Tre's dearth Erecting a movie star I saw you there You had your lover so fair in your heart Arrived in really bloody make-up and scarf I caught your breath You are the flower sewn into the bar But what we're trying hard to make is a stem It's self sale art Take off your right hand 'Cause you don't use it a lot Your dreams are so scant But so what? You're a pecking doll Who red lips the Coolliard's "Joshua" Who just missed the Murder Car dopey dance From baby to baby to motel bar playbacks Saw you there You had your lover, a feather, in arm Berated kisses in the wake of the swarm Just bobbing there Your partner spilled up the stairs to the bar Which is a really small estate on a farm Well don't you care? I saw you there With your blue-blonde hair Your lipstick stare