An old policeman is waiting for a train
While his son's having fun with the black widow's head
It was roughly that time when they emptied the church
It was full with the bones of the dead pom pom girls
He was struck by the head of a cordless guitar
When you stutter your song
The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk
Pencils, rulers, a pair of pliers
Pens and star-shaped screwdrivers
The ugly but needed broken down playpens
Showing people playing on
Computers from the times when you had to wait
For time and food to come out creased
From a dysfunctional printer
And I won't sing anything stupid about the things coming out from the coffin lid
Whilst painting in the glove box
The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk