Lirieke:
Ruby Short Staffed At The Gene Pool

The big dirty sky's gonna fall in on me It's heavy from the ashes of my lamplight And if it rains inside, does it wash it all clean Away from the burden

Beefheart, honey, don't you wanna come and play with me? Beefheart, honey, don't you wanna come and play with me? What happens in here is none of your

Transparent wings flash Saltwaters lash From eyes in a brainstorm Go blow yer own Horn of plenty But please come gently To the waterside To dip yer toe

I will clean and cover my windows 'Cos I don't want to see where the wind blows I'll love it, I'll covet another one's idol Because I am the queen of

Supposition worse than flu Over my head Hangs a weighted lung for two Wings aloud and bound for nowhere else But back where they belong A third eye

Ooh, I've been diggin' round in my own dirt again And I don't smell the roses And the train is speeding, boiler stoked And I won't be home for a while