"i'll take the machete, they never run out of bullets..."

the cats got the canary spinning in its ribcage
did i mention i came dressed for the intervention
(and if you were dying soon would you try to find snow in the deep summer, the june bugs dancing in wonderand, i still wonder now if my words will stil turn you inside out)
he's a honey jar with that pretty face, lets never lose the lid
and keep those rosey lips in
(he breathes wet through insect eyes)in multiples of four, no less than sixteen
mr. sandman's been showing his beam when he walks into a room the walls lean in to listen
keep a calendar this way you'll know the last time you came through
oh."i know what youre going through"
well i dont- its more of a "paper or plastic" grocery store choice to me
but i'll sympathize with anything to get through to you
do you know what its like to watch reruns of yourself night after night
to offer nothing and expect everything in return
to cock your head just right to appear arrogantly humble
if we hurry we'll make the morning edition
cause everybody likes to read the bad news
they've tapped the phone, be very careful what you say
speak in code about singing birds and sleepy eyed women
autographs only taught me how to conterfeit signatures on my prescriptions
his head's a junkyard for rusted midnight thought
she's criminally carefree when the pills swallow the worry
he's digging like forty nine, he's making you press rewind
he's a thunderstorm so bright you shut your eyes
he is a hurricane