Not the way it used to be, but it was never a perfect deal
Fish outta water is all you need
Internal combustion is busting my balls, taking my eyesight away
Throwing darts at a dartboard, slinging slobber across a hall
Opening a leather-man? To wrench out an inner demon

Double dutch bus is coming down the street, stopping at the homes of all your enemies

And the spotlight is hot, and it'll burn your fingers!
And dry rot can get under trapeze swings
Hollow as a plaster thing, sitting on a radiator
And toxic as a brass ring
Soft sung I'll be fascinating, the loquacious waitress made us leave
Daddy needs no more grief
Little darling fell off the roof

Oh jack snapped into sharper focus, slicing myopic fungus away. And the spotlight is hot and it'll burn your fingers! And dry rot will
Get under trapeze swings