Poland Whole The Tubes

Coming out of lead guitar and drums
Rest of the band comes heavy
Said come on, baby, oh god, oh shit
Black and white, yeah, polish sausages
In a bun, in the sun, it's hit and run

Hey man, like, like check this out
Man, really, I mean listen
I was counting the holes
In the acoustic tile ceiling, you know

Mumbling and fumbling
With them little buttons on my mattress
You know, that hold it together

So anyways my mind strays
And the tricks that my memory plays
Like fascination and abomination
On a biblical Broadway stage

Like dancers and singers
And a fully landscaped gospel group
And the harmony and whatever

And dinosaurs eating like veggie burgers
At the snack bar out front in the lobby, you know
So anyways on the same stage
Is me naked like an empty page