I was more worried about taxesnWhen my lovely red-eyed bridenBecame a hairsplitting believernThat i should be vilifiednnShe'd see the rudder fail menMove to Egypt or to SpainnThe hammer fell, my fate's alterednLike sparks thrown from a flamenYou know the LawnKnow the LawnnMy hopes were razed like three day growthnThen raked by nervous ticksnWas i the bulls-eye or the launch-pad?nI could never find the switchnnHer eye received heaven from earthnLike an atoll petrifiednExcept where Saturn's life-beltnShields a half life from your eyesnYou know the LawnKnow the LawnnSo don't go getting marriednYou can only change her namenYou know the LawnKnow the LawnnI'm out here on lighthouse dutynWhere the foghorns groan through spacenEcho into red ant countrynThrough the doldrums and the wastesnnI'd right the wrongs if i couldnBut some things can't be exchangednSo don't go getting marriednYou can only change her namenDon't go getting marriednYou can only change her namenYou know the LawnKnow the Law