Slow pan entrance
Fella with a broken heart tunes in
To a war on a radio on its last legs
And though expecting the worst, is met by
The deepest dump-driven-drivel drilling holes into
The last pang of faith, left clutchin' at
The already shredded strings
Of a tattered, trampled ticker
Wonders what it's all about
As so many have before
And then it crawls across the floor
To shove the draft excluder back beneath the door
'Cause the cold comes crawling
With a clamor, crash and wallop
And regardless of the thermostat
That callous creature clings
It clings and clings and clings and clings
And the only longed for limbs
Belong to he, himself, and him
Just he, himself, and him
Him, himself, and him
Over shoulder mirror shot
Forehead lines in focus can be seen
Swallows down the way in, way out item
'Cause what's outside is more than can be beared
Finds company between the bindings
Floats into a world of fabrication
And it's so much fucking better
Than the terror reigning on
Inside the here and now and always
And his plight is understood
And he feels a warmth intensify
Oh, such a cosiness beside
When your eyes avert reality
A draft excluder's superfluity
Is brought up to the forefront
Of any truth evader's sight
And the only longed for limbs
Belong to he, himself, and him
Yeah, the only longed for limbs
Belong to he, himself, and him
Just he, himself and him
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