You put me down with a stick you got nThat safety pin grip you know me like you nKnow ice on a fire dust myself off with a nSpoon you shot your darts at the moon nnAnd this piece didn't tear too soon now nIt's dust the rubber burns peeling out nBehind the wheel and you're looking for nThe holes that I don't have caught on nnUnderneath my heel but now I'm moving nOn moving on from your safety pin inside nThe scoop outside the rage mothballs nGalore caught in the drain your hat's on nnTight like super glue you dug the pit you nStepped in it and now you're out with the nPrick you're going down without this ship