RingRingRingRing A dream is broken As I'm suddenly awoken By the flickering of plastic stars That are hanging and smoking I feel like last week's Sloppy Joe's second's just Chewed up and spat out My brain onto the side-walk rust But at least I'm outside (so I guess that's a plus) Still drying the bacon-grease Out from underneath My lower intestines While the neighbor police -man's double-checking his piece Man, these bells and whistles are beginning to give me indigestion And I'm running out in a cold sweat Was just injected with a week's suspension All I do is kiss toes to give a good impression And at the same time I try to hide the unintentional fist impressions Which left a small indent of the life I thought I loved releasing bad intentions