 gas chamber cause one's got a weasel and other's got a flag one's on the pole shove the other in the bag with the re-run 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