Heart All Of Me A Magic Stick Insect
coming home like a letter bomb
In my rearview mirror
looking for my place
tellin' me things that I already know

and my pants ain't getting no bigger
gazing alone through sex painted windows
of a dream that got cremated
turn the lights out

could you tell me how to get to the Soviet embassy?
haunting my brain
I can barely speak.
so many people


dogs are howling to themselves
please enjoy
that there's something more to be real
the sound comes from above

blowing like a smoke machine
optimistic xerox of yourself
shakes his golden mane
yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave

coming home like a letter bomb
in my rearview mirror
looking for my place
tellin' me things that I already know