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 didnt tear too soon now
its dust the rubber burns peeling out
behind the wheel and youre looking for
the holes that I dont have caught on
underneath my heel but now im moving
on moving on from your safety pin inside
the scoop outside the rage mothballs
galore caught in the drain your hats on
tight like super glue you dug the pit you
stepped in it and now youre out with the
prick youre going down without this ship