`A` frames, statuettes, sunset magazine, they`re lining up to do their jobs
but i swear to god i seen: bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees,
Stumpy mow the lawn, c`mon, ya gotta bare piece a` ground. Pour some
concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down... your kids are fucking in your
garbage, they`re waiting for your job, got the mouthes around your
paycheck, got joyticks for your saws.
