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 mouthes around your
paycheck, got joyticks for your saws.
Drive Like Jehu Spikes To You
