 ass 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 rerun shows and the cocaine no jug the daytime crap of the bold singer's club he hung himself with a guitar straight 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