Spikes To You

'A' frames, statuettes, sunset magazine, they're lining up to do their jobs but i swear to god i seen: bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees, Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground. Pour some concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down... your kids are f**king in your garbage, they're waiting for your job, got the mouthes around your paycheck, got joyticks for your saws.