I cut a V.J. star with a rusty hinge From a bra-strap over his wrists And it did him in. I was a little upset that the ghost was him. 'Cause he kept me awake all night In a bottle with his politics. Cross-eyed Leave me alone I've got terrible sight Getting to know you and to love you is so strange. Lash out Just for the thrill of letting something come out. And my stigmatism blurs from page to page. Well the original answer was a cannonball. It was fired from the mouth of a cave And hit a shopping mall. Everyone inside died a miserable death When they found the original question on sale Was not a question at all. The singing little hand is facing one way Turning cartwheels on the wall. (He understands the weight of it all.) The big hand is complaining of his lack of height And wishes he were tall. (So tall.) So he could tear-gas the owners Change the decorum And shag pile the floor in the hall. Cross-eyed Leave me alone I've got terrible sight. Getting to know you and to love you is so strange. Lash out Just for the thrill of letting something come out. And my stigmatism blurs from page to page.