And i think you oughta know

I couldn't keep from crawling in your window

And the weather's getting cold

Maybe it's because i think so

I'm deception in ruin

And i don't know what you've been doing

But i'm praying that you won't go

Still you open up the door

My chariot will swing low

And this seed i have to sew

I couldn't keep from hoping it would help me grow

Especially 'cause it's a part of me...

Genetic sort of frontal lobotomy

So i'm back at the bottom

I couldn't tell you if i got 'em

But i wouldn't hesitate to show

If the commission was sold;

It's money that i won't owe