Curtains

The curtains are made for moving

'Cause you know sometimes you're not always there

You don't need it now

Your head's shaped like a cow

'Til all is here

The world's just a sphere

No bigger than the balls you suck



Hey you with your hat down

Don't you know that it can't be where it's always at?

You've all been always there

Your head's shaped like a pear

You search through the lights

Instead of jumped in the pie

Of life that you sliced till it's just right



You're so often seen along

The west side wheel of the mills

That you steal to get around

The curtain of the slobs



It's always made you feel the best

You always need less and less

Of the casual forces

That lead you away from the nest



I know your face

It's all out place

I know your face

It's all out of place