Down to This
Songwriters: Brown, Lew; Burnett, Chester; Degliatoni, M; Doughty, M; Gabay, Yuval; Hibbert, Frederick; Steinberg, S; Stept, Sam; Tobias, Charles
Like a mess of spaghetti
I could get lost in a lunch box
Tiny lawnmower to mow me down
Nerves are up
Polyester burns from a jacket
You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists
You come down to this
And the eyes all screwy
Then I paid the bill
But to the hooks of the Chicago man
Follow the dotted line
Like a steer to Chicago
Hang from the axles of a box car
Struck dumb in the presence
Break down in a diner
With a greased-up machete
Rug burns from a shag rug
Cashier toothpick stuck in the ground
I get all tripped up
My muscles in a mess
Rub the skin thin
Blood like a painful
Hack through the mess
Of boiling ratatouille
My eyes turn to water
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