In a Row

Locked inside a movin' car Floppin' in the trunk Goin' through, I think, a tunnel Countin' every bump I hear murmurs from the front Broken up, so I don't even know what's goin' on, isn't that something? Take me the long way 'round Think of all the poems I'll get out Chokin' on my spit, it's a serious thing Finally, some meat, some lines for me Turn 'em up all nice and in a row Tracin' every lonely mark On the basement wall Calling out from every corner 'Til somebody comes This whole thing is so extra, so bizarre, so I don't even know what's goin' on I hear them comin' I hear them comin' Take me the long way 'round Think of all the poems I'll get out Turnin' on the spit, how sickening Finally, a show with lines for me Turn 'em up all nice and in a row