I'm jonesin' for a mercy snack
I'm regular, I'm treble-kicked
I been down to the Laundromat
The lines are long
My lines are strong
I been down to the south of Maine
I worked a week, I snuck a peek
I been down to the Bondage Street
Guitar is numb, my eyes are dumb

I saw the terror in your tongue
The cat's domain is no longer fun
I waded and I waited,
And I waited, and I waited
And then I went back home
To my apartment views and all the screws
With this inside my guts and gore
Was pouring out, I did adore my
Sight.