Ill-fittin' boots, notice the stagger
yeah, that's right, a fish out of water
waddle about in the middle of helltown
searchin' around for somethin' to chow down
mindless helmet head ridin' on top
mindless helmet head bein' propped up
mindless helmet head mouth wide open
one day get bucked off, surely hopin'
oh yeah, wings - forgot to mention those things
might be cuz they're tacked on with nothin' to act on
no-flyin'-fake-things only for posturin'
add to that housin' the face of a mouse