This is the place you face the music i demonstrate an rush the show to the underground spot from p.m. to a.m. you are and i am choking on smoke below the coliseum not soft shoe 'cause i wear the

this is the place you face the music i demonstrate
an altered state with the blacklight shining on the boombox
i rush the show to the underground spot from p.m. to a.m.
you are and i am choking on smoke below the coliseum
not soft-shoe
'cause i wear the new dance scoping

It goes a little something like this

In my shoes my toes are busted,
My kitchen says my bread is molded,
Got a good job at the dollar store,
One foot in the hole, one foot gettin' deeper,
with a broken mirror and a blown out speaker
And I ain't got much else to lose.

Billyhilly he's the king of the hill billhilly he hits
The sour mash swill billhilly he made it off the
Farm he's kickin' up dirt out on the loose he
Haw ha chewin' on roots always down on
The chicken shack he's leavin' for the city
And he ain't comin' back do the do se do

it's up in the air an escalator away a comma into the phrase another
ticket to
pay well i can't see where this is going again because i'm behind with
every
line that i'm in single file in the pile calgon take me away smile on the
ugly
face while i wear i waste my ti

where i come from stealing's like giving
make a robin hood living eight days out
of the week at the fat lace pace i race the
ease back disorderly conduct in a
catatonic state of relax in the brass
knuckle turnbuckle i drink the daydream
up all night on a cloud getti

there's a spit shine avalanche headin' one
way headed toward the light bright alley
way the beard blew off the dandelion
face and left a 24 karat button in its place
the chain steering wheel boomerangs
from the junkyard hard rolling but rolling
on the real hard turf

Through the tin pan alley in the dead of the
Night riding that crazy horse through the
Backyard kitchen on an a team mission to get
To the front door what's left behind when the
Sun does shine is passed out on the floor i'm
Going to lay my head down before sunday
Morn' it

You put me down with a stick you got
That safety pin grip you know me like you
Know ice on a fire dust myself off with a
Spoon you shot your darts at the moon
And this piece didn't tear too soon now
It's dust the rubber burns peeling out
Behind the wheel and you're lookin

you got the sideways grip i'm about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
puttin'
dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket
fence
to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes in on the
early dawn
the light bulb spins on the horn

Tight shoes stepping light bending over to go under find your seat on the kitchen floor at first
Glance 20/20 take your chance maybe not with a spruce goose on patrol from the shackle to the
Snap pop crackle on the out on the inside space to fill silly rabbit just don't have it playing t

on the run like a bandit i'm on the loose
now you eat the dust and you taste the
puppy chow this ain't no standstill hold
up captain crunch a desperado i take you
out to lunch i'll gank your milk money
honey it's a royal treatment no tracks out
back in the wet cemen

now out past the cast of boredom cards get
dealt i sift and sort them table rooftops
coming down wooden nickels lost and
found apple pie i?m eating cake now
coming to the table late now juke joint fights
and diamond lights immune to poision ivy
snake bites batteries