Stuck in federal prison working for no wage
But labor without pleasure makes us fate's slaves
A ceremony of garage doors touching down
Burn the laundry claw the grass make a guttural sound
Drag a folding chair into the middle of the court
And greet the plaid executioner long noose too short
Take the drainage ditch past the empty playground
Fireworks at the convenience store rent a movie downtown
Slurpin' purple big gulp masked lumberjack on my cup
Unlimited Jolt jolted off the spring board
The pool people know clean the traps
Throw the latch at the tornado church
Worshipping white noise personified
Named a Mordecai with a necrody eye
Take the route not the path
You know he's down there
The obelisk with sequined pants
The last dude at the party and the first one here
Mood congruent fogged memory sleep is near
Above ground pool worship
You can't run it's no fun on these wood chips
The blue wizard works it
You're so done on these wood chips