I can flick a cigarette butt Further and with more accuracy Lots of practice, i guess Someday we will all be editors That jumps around from person to person And bites you on the ass A certain static is required The albino butterfly Thank you thank you very much Little spiders making little webs Nuts is what you have become Kind of fractured of the facts Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee Shake and stretch the stiffness out Exercise? Not right now Applauded for your idleness Connects to a power line That runs over my head In the cool wet morning air As we sit under a tree Thank you thank you very much Little spiders making little webs Nuts is what you have become Kind of fractured of the facts An upsidedown wire heart Being sucked into a periscope Still the mind is dull Like you need another excuse Your thoughts lift like a fog As the sun burns it away A soft ball and a stick And the imprint that it makes Like a chamber from a gun After the shooting's done This is what you have become Now make something out of it