I am the holy measure of man
and the world's my garbage can
I am God's lonely man
Oh yes I can
Oh yes I can,can
The parts slide together
coldly together
like they've been doing so forever
and when you ask me with eyes wet with wonder
what I mean
I will tell you that I mean
love is dead
and cash is king
and we is measured out in dimes
and we is short almost none of the time
because, you see, we is measxured out with lime
and it's coky calcium white niceness
running a straight line into a
beautiful fineness
Oh yes it can
Oh yes it can,can