Lambchop - Four Pounds in Two Days lyrics

They say you walk around As if a ghost had Crossed your path Or turned into a reading material As it happens to be chosen From the torn or taffeta You're frozen in the Contemplation of a win Ok maybe that was a little Heavy on the word play But as first thoughts go They were mostly to the right As you register an itch Or the thing that makes you sweat To accuse the weights And measures of a lie