Eels - Hidden Track lyrics

So you've got balls now, Murray on the run Down on Newberry Street, seventeen seconds of fun Apes are overrated blocky, a kinky batch of pudding, yeah Garbage dump, pumpkin rot and candy apple gray Werewolf in the flowerbed, perfect day for lucky guy This song was never meant to be released What's that flaming ball in the sky? The crack head from Texas, he can read my feet A bruised pinata and a liquid pixie If friends were flowers, nothing gold can stay Gun s**ual sense and squeegee tails Bees in the cookie jar, symphonic despair Reinventing the manifesto, are you? We don't care Jacuzzis and bunnies, a broken fondue set Kool G is in the outhouse, you can be my Mr. French This old Frisbee is sh**ting in the alley I saw a naked picture of me on the Internet Wearing Jesus new snowshoes, Golly gee If Hell is crowded, then we shall sing A hip song for the kids in the back For Michelle and the dripping of a faucet Ride the vicious bicycle on the tracks Olympic mayonnaise, Doctor Thunder Low occupancy vehicle stops and starts With Hollywood suspicion, the doctor had snake hearts