This expedition's gotten way off coursenAnd now you're asking for a man called horse and I don't fit the billnAfter stepping on a lockjaw nailnAny remedy is bound to failnIf you don't take the pillnI wish my head had a tapnAnd I wish my mind had a drainnSo I could shunt my fears awaynGetting ready for a king sized pokenAbout as funny as a punchline jokenI laugh until it hurtsnI know you're hoping for a lead pipe cinchnBut I've been looking for the right sized wrenchnTo throw into the worksnI wish my head had a tapnAnd I wish my mind had a drainnSo I could shunt my fears away