Not the way it used to be, but it was never a perfect deal

Fish outta water is all you need

Internal combustion is busting my balls, taking my eyesight away

Throwing darts at a dartboard, slinging slobber across a hall

Opening a leather-man? To wrench out an inner demon

Double dutch bus is coming down the street, stopping at the homes of all your enemies

And the spotlight is hot, and it'll burn your fingers!

And dry rot can get under trapeze swings

Hollow as a plaster thing, sitting on a radiator

And toxic as a brass ring

Soft sung I'll be fascinating, the loquacious waitress made us leave

Daddy needs no more grief

Little darling fell off the roof

Oh jack snapped into sharper focus, slicing myopic fungus away. And the spotlight is hot and it'll burn your fingers! And dry rot will

Get under trapeze swings