[Verse 1]

Open call for prison architects

Send me your blueprints A.S.A.P. 

Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe

Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather

I hope soon to leave from the east

No more absolutes, no more absolutes

Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh

[Verse 2]

Amateur sea salt gatherers colonized

They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes

I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself

Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea

Oh, yeah