All my days I had moldy bread,
  Robot brains and the flying airplanes,
  Hollowed out, and filled with dust,
  Rocking like a hurricane under the rug,
  Bored to the core on a sunken boat,
  A worn out candle and a plastic coat,
  A ziploc bag, a pelican bone,
  A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject,
  Overfed, electric comatose,
  Riding in the air, invisible socks,
  A broken blanket, flaming sawdust,
  Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt.
  
  Gonna fly like a dog,
  Gonna leap right out the wall,
  Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey,
  Gonna run like a bird,
  Gonna roll out in the dirt,
  Gonna run around this town with a phone machine.
  
  Yellow cat laying flat on the road,
  Molten lead shooting out the ground,
  Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge,
  Flap your wings and leap out the window,
  Put a glass eye in the eyes of god,
  Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake,
  Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit,
  Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before.
  
  Gonna jump like a flag,
  Gonna burn like a pig,
  Gonna flap around, and pass out on the kitchen floor,
  Gonna crawl like a rock,
  Gonna dance like a worm,
  Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks.
  
  Fly like a squirrel,
  Gonna swim like a chicken,
  Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon,
  Gonna melt like a weasel,
  Gonna fry like a kid,
  Gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid, and some macaroni,
  bricks, and some telephone wires, and phone machines, and a fax machine, and a...(laughing)