Tallahassee Bugman

Rode on down to Tallahassee Where outlaws roam the streets Where the sherrif couldn't find me And the salloon's run out of seats So I've been running For all my life For the crimes that I have seen Rode on down to Tallahassee To witness the machine I gave birth to a milk-skinned giraffe-man We take turns In a space we know we hate, man I was a teenage lopsider I was a suff'ring wall My fingers baited to catch fish My eye an iron ball Rode on down to Tallahassee Where outlaws roam the streets Where the sherrif couldn't find me And the salloon's run out of seats So I've been running For all my life For the crimes that I have seen Rode on down to Tallahassee To witness the machine I gave birth To a bug-faced insectophagi I make words Of terror and disgracing Rode on down to Tallahassee Where outlaws roam the streets Where the sherrif couldn't find me And the salloon's run out of seats So I've been running For all my life For the crimes that I have seen Rode on down to Tallahassee To witness the machine I won't lock my front door I won't lock my front door I won't lock my front door For tomorrow