Lyric Spikes To You

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.