Don't you bother the moon,
Hockin' one up in a brass spittoon
He's keeping up on his union dues and crushin' beers
Can't be troubled to shave;
Shows up to work with a box of glazed
Then trucks it home on a skateboard that his lady lent
I wish that we were friends
One night I offered a ride,
Like a pothole tour of the Near East side
His face was flickering on and off and on again
Saw his board snapped in half
Said, "Brother I've got a fix for that
I know a hex for your broken decks
So slide on through if you know what's good for you!"
Just a couple of skeletons
Blazed and brittle of bone
With pills to roll off this evening
And knobs to roll off the tone
Just how long the tunnel takes is up to you!
Now you caught me talkin' with goats,
Slinking around in a thick black cloak
I suppose that you've noticed I have ghostwriters
I'm old and tired
So old!
This party is petulant
Cave and cancel the dance
Damn--they're canceling everything!
Wait! Computer, enhance!
I can't protect your delicate sensibilities
It happens how it happens when you get into it with me
Now, it's transfiguration time
Your face, freckled with holy fright
Wait
They're cancelling everything