I quit my shoes for a big boat babynnow I have my hands on a cold press railnI cut my shape out of plastic and nylonnnow I have a cage made of rosewood and steelnI have a knife for a cuff that can capturenand I have a cuff for a collar that hailsnI have my states you have words you attain nso I drank my thimble and ordered a pailnnI let my feet fall from four forty stories nonto a platform of solder and steamnI have a brow that was born to betray me nand I may be gone but not quite to burynI have my states you have words to attainnMore than the crumbs I bled for this eveningnI saw true life just lie dead before menand I called it god and know I'm its sonn