Trainy McGee

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