A tisket tasket porcelain plates in baskets
Little billy fell down
He tripped and stumbled fell in down a well
And we all watched him drown singing

Everything has gone and messed up itself

Peter Piper with no windshied wipers
Up a hail strom road
The Ice it froze
Bicyclical card deal
I scanned his coffin's barcode thinking

Everything has gone and messed up itself
All the bandaids are on the top of the shelf

A Floating Feeling
A God in a garden
Will it even grow
I saw the light
And I began heaving on my shoes below
Fuck it

Everything has gone and messed up itself
Daddys pistol is on the top of the shelf