Lyrics:

This time, I'm gonna take the collection baby
And with the money in my hand
I'm gonna purchase all the details
Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirpin'
Walkin' on tip-toed pickpocket fever
Racin' up the scales of your thermometer
Turnbuckle tournicate clottin' the moonshine
Clotheslined seizures singin' 'Happy Valentines'
[Incomprehensible]
I found feathers in the hit and run nest
Omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads
I found feathers in the hit and run nest
And what do you say?
When she knocked me over
I looked inside the hearse
Sproutin' chauvinistic swine
And written were the words
Pokin' butter with this knife
Allergic to this concubine
Racin' by in a '56 Chevy
And we couldn't even pretend to be alive
To be alive, to be alive
To be alive, to be alive
To be alive
I found feathers in the hit and run nest
Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirpin
I found feathers in the hit and run nest