Winnebago Skeletons

(альбом: Milk And Scissors - 1996)

There's a fish in my stomach a thousand years old
Can't swim a full circle, the water's too cold
Burnt out cars in my fingers, conveyor belts flow, right angles and steam whistles, nothing can grow
A big-antlered deer stepping into the road, a beautiful woman with her head in the stove
The skyscrapers crumble heavy with rats
The wind's full of beer cans and whiffle ball bats
This fish in my stomach wears a full length mink, but his teeth float in sherry in a jar by the sink
He's the withered remains of Rin Tin Tin taking his new Cadillac out for a spin.
The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound like Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the ground and the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town.