Sunspots In The House Of The Late

And it's all the rotating eyes And it's all on the same postcard And it's all on the same damn shirt Sound asleep in the same Sear's camp house And it's all in the great state parks And it's all on the same Greyhound And it's all so many miles Beneath the dirt, brown dirt Frequent flyer miles to the island With the biggest mall on Earth And it's all the same rest stop And it's all the same damn shirt And it's all the same Greyhound Sunspots In the house of the late scapegoat Down where the paint's all peeling All the muscle cars bring the lead I got myself a fine, fine, fine, fine print Say it all to the next scapegoat And it's on the same damn face With parts repelled and attracted You're feeling screw tape on your size, it's eating Sunspots