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 chirping walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever racing up the scales of your thermometer turnbuckle tournicate clotting the moonshine clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines i found feathers in the hit and run nest omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads when she knocked me over i looked inside the hearse sprouting chauvanistic swine and written were the words poking butter with this knife allergic to this concubine racing by in a '56 chevy and we couldn't even pretend to be alive... i found feathers in the hit and run nest scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping