With a matchbook
You came prepared to escape from
The pull and tear like neighbors
On the interstate, who always have to wait and look both ways
You've been trained to train me to
Good thing I know just what to do
I remember just what we need:
A map, some apples and broken string
It's not Christmas, it's Halloween
We'll make it moan for a separate stream
Wash your mouth out, and clean your hands
Tie a rope around that
Let's get married in the parking lot
And fall apart like broken logs
So fuck you, full of plans
Not living up to the demand
Aw shit!
A drawing made of made-up names
And there I saw too much, and then I came
Aw shit, it made the front page
So shed some skin for your faith
Because it's going inside of this cake
Aw shit, I meant to behave
You've been trained to, I've been trained
You've been trained to train me to
