Gumby, I just can't do anything
Can't do anything right
Don't ask me, if I help when helping you
Just need someone to fight
So hard, brooding on you're close
You don't even move to cover
While move, moving is how things begin
The front yard taken by the cross
Backyards with the shiny pieces of tin
So much fury buried in

Gumby, you should call your daughter
Please call your daughter again
You must see, things are getting harder
Getting more of the pain
Do you not even ...at all
How bad must it be to be better since
All day feeling the bottomless things
All those trinkets by the zone
Are tokens took from them to the others
There's a bottom that you'll never hit
I don't know just how you explain this
To a kid with nowhere to live
Don't let the father, she has means well
But just has nothing to give

Gumby, you should call your daughter again
Don't call me, call your daughter again
Gumby, Gumby,
You should call your daughter again
Don't call me, call your daughter.