Mike Watt - Hollowed Out Man lyrics

In the shell of the belly of the hollow man Some cats made it into a kind of party pad Both legs planted with boats for feet The melancholy face is an an*logy Now the hat that's worn is like a horse track Pairs of peckers promenadin' 'round a sack A swollen bagpipe waitin' for the ear-knife Castrate hack and up the stairs climbs another wack