I Don't Give A Shit About Wood, I'm Not A Chemist

They shaved off fourteen points for ugly
They dumbed down the structure like some amputee
A broken bible salesman going door to door selling mouthfuls of shit
Flowers spread across his teeth
Bloody palms imprisoned in his slacks
Shouting at size ten and a half feet

Remember when we were young?
(Ohh)
Well we're just like them now
(Ohh)
These choppers won't chew no more
(Ohh)
These knees won't bend no more
(Ohh)

This face can't sell the words for sure
There are a million other birds from the sidewalk to ceiling to the cats who
Called the shots while I dipped in the finger tip sleep