Atop its death, a black dog was set

Beside a tire-track below the spreading wreck

Of an intense sunset

When a voice outside my head from a man behind me said

What do I get?

What I get, what I get, what I got

To the rest of the world [?]

Get, get-get got, get-get-got

So what's the [worst of this working mind?]

What do I want?

Truly, deeply, completely

Another human with less feelings to be me

Or maybe something shiny (something shiny)

With a gun built in, seats covered in skin

And a dozеn rotting engines

And I will ride it, and I will ridе it

And I will ride it to an amphitheater

And bet on animals

What I get, what I get, what I got

To the rest of the world [?]

Get, get-get got, get-get-got

So [what's the worst of this working mind?]

[?]