There's a fish in my stomach a thousand years old
Can't swim a full circle, the water's too cold
Burnt out cars in my fingers, conveyor belts flow,
right angles and steam whistles, nothing can grow
Verse
A big-antlered deer stepping into the road,
A beautiful woman with her head in the stove
The skyscrapers crumble heavy with rats
The wind's full of beer cans and whiffle ball bats
The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound
Like Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the ground
and the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town
Verse
This fish in my stomach wears a full length mink,
But his teeth float in sherry in a jar by the sink
He's the withered remains of Rin Tin Tin
Taking his new Cadillac out for a spin
The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound
Like Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the ground
and the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town