nothing ever changes
  except scenery rearrangements
  in the affectionate hands of
  horsepower assault
  best keep your pants on, boy
  behind the armor of fault
  homeless makeshift triggers
  you'll never walk again, you'll never walk again
    in the choked mouths of rivers
  parted like a sea of loaded infidelity
  best keep your stitched lips
  starched in a giggle
  homeless makeshift triggers
  you'll never walk again
    in piles of clothing sleep the.....
  stitched lips starched in a giggle
  in piles of clothing sleep the dead
  no wire coat hangers
  never again.