Shit in Your Cut - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I'd hate to be a shit in your cut

But the package it's gonna be late

I buried it in an abandoned lot

When I was young, this was where I played

Dug under the fence with my claws

Smelled the cool dirt on my face

I'm waiting till the hands fall off the clock

Spending dollars at the nickel arcade

I think I'll ride this winter out

I guess I'll ride this winter out

You echo from side to side

Pacing in your clumsy ballet

Based on the books and clothes on the floor

I don't think that this is even your place

When the doctor finally showed up (oh boy!)

His fur was soaking wet

He said that this should do the trick

We hadn't told him what the problem was yet

(Kaw kaw kaw kaw!)

We'll have to ride this winter out

This time we'll ride the winter out

With the strain and the comforting

You know everyone needs to go

But don't everyone go, don't everyone go at once

Expulsion from an exoskeleton

Of our mothers we arrive

Soft, sticky, and cold, we arrive and then start to cry

Oh, all those insects that I sent

Are trapped in my window once again

Empty their pockets out and I'll sort it at the table

Line 'em up then shoo 'em off

Sure as hell they'll all get caught

In our window, pockets full as they are able

The signs all flicker and buzz all night

Passing by you can hear them say, "Hey!

Please won't you just come on in?

Won't you please just go away?"