So I let things pile upnI prefer the trash to the bathnSuch an unbearable neednnIn the backseatnHe's been there ten daysnIn the back of my carnThere's been too much so farnThen I stick my hand out the windownTheres a church hangingnA civilized scapegoatnI smell the stingnnI'd kill anyone for waternJust to climb a hillnBut it spills on the way backnThis desert's like stepping on tacksnnWell I'm just a camel, mannI can't even wait, there's a cave aheadnnI'm sometimes downnIt hurts me through my teethnThere are some things worth checking in the cavennIt's been ten daysnAnd too many times I never went to restnAnd too many times I've been carelessnBut not enoughnnI'm coming on like a wretched hognI'm coming on like a naked bitchnnI'm coming on like a wretched messnCause boast company has more has lessnI'm coming on cause I asked you well