There's a fish in my stomach a thousand years old
Can't swim a full circle,
The water's too cold
Burnt out cars in my fingers,
Conveyor belts flow, right angles and steam whistles,
Nothing can grow
A big-antlered deer stepping into the road,
A beautiful woman with her head in the stove
The skyscrapers crumble heavy with rats
The wind's full of beer cans and whiffle ball bats
This fish in my stomach wears a full length mink,
But his teeth float in sherry in a jar by the sink
He's the withered remains of Rin Tin Tin taking his new Cadillac out for a spin
The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound like
Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the
Ground and the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town

Copyright: MUSIC OF VIRTUAL
Writer(s): BRETT SPARKS, RENNIE S SPARKS