You put me down with a stick you got That safety pin grip you know me like you Know ice on a fire dust myself off with a Spoon you shot your darts at the moon And this piece didn't tear too soon now It's dust the rubber burns peeling out Behind the wheel and you're looking for The holes that I don't have caught on Underneath my heel but now I'm moving On moving on from your safety pin inside The scoop outside the rage mothballs Galore caught in the drain your hat's on Tight like super glue you dug the pit you Stepped in it and now you're out with the Prick you're going down without this ship