Your camera eye pans slowly Over the sheets A world of mountains and valleys that all Hide from the sun You're buried underneath not Moving a bone Some terrified Incredible Hulk Made out of stone But the auctioneer is The only one That needs to know That everything Everything Everything must go Snowman frozen not feeling much of anything People are nails on a chalkboard They scratch Just want to listen to the music of the traffic outside Drained and desiccated Formaldehyde
The auctioneer in His black chapeau Says everything Everything Everything must go Candelabra the rope Poison in your ring Sometimes it's bad to tell them All you know They'll take your heart, inflate it Hold it with a string Put your face to the wind and And let you go And the auctioneer With a sa**y smile And a little do-si-do The auctioneer with a trail of Dancing zeros Always finds a way To comfort and console Says everything Everything Everything must go