 Only gas chamber, cause one's got a weasel and other's got a flag One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose jug The daytime crap of the folk singer slug He hung himself with a guitar string A slab of turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing Gotta get right if you can't relate Trade the cash for the beat, for the body, for the hate And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite Who's choking on the splinters?