Fiery Furnaces - Sweet Spots lyrics

Well I stuffed my stuff into a sport sac and I took the Lake St. El Well I got off Cicero and I snuck in through one of the loading docks And I smiled as I s**ed my gem I mean to take a room at the Brack's Well I put things into the pockets of my parachute pants and I walked on up the street Now Galewood makes me nervous but the corn syrup cloud's such a lure So I'm staying off to the side at this end of the M&M Mars tour Well I bought a bike but the chair broke right outside of Parky's Well the wait was making my eyes wet and sticking french fries down my throat But I had to press on cause sweeter stuff's on the other side of the moat Well the cars were turning off Harlem so I had to stop and stare And I had to gulp for air oh my heart was racing I made my escape I's red hot to get lemonheaded and live with Alexander the Grape