Spikes To You lyrics

'A' frames, statuettes, sunset magazine they're lining up to do their jobs but I swear to god I seen: bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground. Pour some concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down Your kids are fucking in your garbage they're waiting for your job got the mouths around your paycheck got joyticks for your saws.