Played with my troops in the litter box

Hungry sandworms on the prowl

Left me with plastic toys

Raincoats worrying in forests of me

I percolate, oozing through walls

It's guilt that you feel about water

Don't wear it out, with each use it grows

She will soon be protecting my closet

Dismemberment's best friend, the morrow

Forces itself upon my bed

Lorries rushing in and out of my head

Corrected, I stand disfigured a whole

It probably stands to reason, I ponder

They'll sell you a new car smell wrapped in a rock

Played with my troops in the litter box

Hungry sandworms on the prowl

Left me with plastic toys

They'll sell you a new car smell wrapped in a rock