Can't Shake the Cobwebs Out

Soon, I'll bludgeon the man in the moon If not, I'll make sure the evergreens rot Fruit of the loom Well, I'm not sure quite why I wrote that You see, the stomach is fully empty If I could see the dog bite, then the searing, summer heat Would dissipate and earth would shake me into that bad scene Cause f*ck all of the double knees in sight You have planes to pack for, I have random kids to fight I'm pressing my ear to the door Those, those footsteps aren't yours Twelve mumbling mice All wish the stairs could just break Perhaps that would've caused you to wake I've had it up to here with all the nonsensical noise Here is where the demons dare not soar with grace or poise Disregard the times it held the flail You have planes to pack for I have a toothpick for a sail If I could see the dog bite, then the swollen, purple eyes Would all be fixed, and strings of six Would resonate inside I'd crawl my way out of that pointless hell You have planes to pack for I have no more jokes to tell