 gas chamber cause one's got a weasel and others got a flag one's on the pole shove the other in the 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 but 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 so