why is my room getting smaller
when the wind wants nothing to do with me
cuz i’m running out of wood
because i lost a fight to a smaller tree
my hands are made of rubber
and my arms are made of skin
I took out all my muscles
because they were trying to keep me in
do you believe that what I said about earlier
when I said that I was saying what I said later
afterwards my house is turning on me the floor
bubbles out and it knocks me down and every man
that comes to fix it says he needs to call another
man downtown I wont work for free I wont work
for me I just work to work and I’m going berzerk