I dare not say The way I feel About your inability to s** it up and win the game Chew me up and spit me out It's been a long ugly winter I need a sunbath, a winning horse Of course I'm not complaining I'm simply dying Yes, I'm waiting Got a good love left Good Lord willing Got a tractor to tow The house on fantasy farm The new corn belt In the new Bible belt Take me to the pilot light And sing me to sleep You fantasy creep