Like the dream that used to scare me as a kid Where my head is not in concert with my feet Which are just sliding on the checkerboard beneath Making bloody angels at a tugboat speed I see blue for a second Just before the second wave falls through And it's the only sky I've seen Since we made this barricade of dog food Then in a flesh flash flood it's covered up And it occurs to me That I'm about to get my check cashed 'Cause there is a dead mass deposit of teeth I see one way out and one way in And I the spitting image of my father's sin The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them, The second is a place that I have already been I see one way out and one way in And I the spitting image of my father's sin The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them, The second is a place that I have already been so What should I do? Head for that blue? Well I guess I stopped screaming When my feet got a grip on the floor I threw a whole shelf of tuna At the three between me and the front door I saw red ribbonnettes Blossom out from the head of the undead By the time I could blink I was blinded And before I could scrape off the violence I was kicking at the deafening silence, "Please!" There's just one way out and one way in And I the spitting image of my father's sin The trouble with the first is that it's teeming with them, The second is a place that I have already been I see one way out and one way in And I the spitting image of my father's sin The trouble with the first is that it's crawling with them, The second is a place that I have already been so What should I do? The read or the blue? To help me decide... a gash in my thigh!