Slow Driver / Meat Grinder / Scourge

And with the way The curves in her frame Just make me think "lo-fi" A crack in the mirror Might help my day go by Remember your words They turned me, in turn To face the orchestra If you're the conductor, girl I'm the genius that booked the show Here in this garbage pit Poor little worm He missed his turn To help his weak little body thrive The earliest bird Her passions a pain And had a fame that kept her alive Get off-a my couch, they Gotta come and carry my bones away Hop on the trolley I'm gonna find us a better way Well howdy, we can sleep on the bar, hey! Don't doubt it, kid, you'll wake up a star, hey Shut me down I have no bearing to navigate This kind of sea train What am I doing? I think I should stop! Running my mouth won't fix it Shaving my head won't cut it, no! I'm a meat grinder I'm a slow driver I've got the stomach to take more and more and more - and more I've counted the ways We could have avoided it all this time Five hundred away We followed the snake He wanted to be the fattest snake in the tide Cracking my knuckles won't fight them Shutting my eyes won't make it go away I'm a meat grinder I'm a slow driver I'm not ashamed to admit We took too big of a bite Get over! Get to it! Get your own Get outside And start your thing! Get older! Hop to it! Gotta get down with your bad self Don't stunt - don't front Just slip out the door and keep movin' Feast or famine! What I follows my beat, oh lord They fought me off And they buried my heartache What kind of man puts together a plan like this? Not me, Dr. Laura, now - not me, Dr. Laura Oh, we're in the pocket now Just in the pocket We're in the pocket now They put me in the pocket My poor soul goes a mile a day, oh son Don't shake me til I'm wide awake, oh lord! She fought it She never wanted my stupid love, anyway So I'm done F*ck I'm a meat grinder I'm a slow driver