Shit in Your Cut

I'd hate to be shit in your cut But the package is gonna be late I buried it in an abandoned lot When I was young, this was where I played I'll go and have fits with my claws Milk and corn dirt on my face I'll wait until the hands fall off the clock Spending dollars at the nickel arcade I think I'll ride this winter out I guess we'll ride this winter out Alone I ebb from side to side Pace around the clothes I have laid Based on the books and clothes on your floor I don't think that this is even your place When the doctor finally showed up, oh boy His front was soaking wet He said that this should do the trick We hadn't told him what the problem was yet It was easier said to spend our stuff In the windows once again Open your pockets up and I'll set 'em on the table Line 'em up and shoo 'em off Just Hell like a cobweb And our windows practice folds if they are able The signs all flicker and buzz all night Passing by you could hear them say: "Hey, please won't you just come on in" Won't you please just go away This time we'll ride this winter out I guess we'll ride this winter out I think we'll ride this winter out This time we'll ride this winter out And the strain ain't In confidence and oh Everyone needs to go Don't everyone go Don't everyone go at once It's bullshit from the necks of hell And our mothers sweet around Soft sticky coal and the ravenous starve the ground And the strain ain't In confidence and Everyone needs to go Don't everyone go Don't everyone go at once Well the strain ain't in confidence Well the strain ain't in confidence Don't everyone go Don't everyone go at once