Folds and folds of hurling whirling words
come spilling out yer hole
Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise
Now peter had paul dont have it I have it have it said I
In this rolling glowing growing stolen place
that dont belong to me

It aint funny you say ok I had it up to here with you
This giddy little lifetime yer time
my time don't agree with you
Some temper axes in the fire
some sharpen knives upon a stone
Some chop up veggies in the hobart
some use the bloody robo coup