Oh gotta see, gotta know right now
What's that riding on your everything?
It isn't anything at all
Oh gotta see, gotta know right now
What's that riding on your shelf?
In the bathrooms, and the bad motels?
No one really cared for it at all
Not the gravity plant
Early, early in the morning
It pulls all on down my sore feet
I wanna go back to sleep
In the motions and the things that you say
It all will fall, fall right into place
As [bad word] drops, flesh it sags
Everything will fall right into place
When we die, some sink in some lake
But at least I don't see you float away
And all the spilt milk,  and weight
It all will fall, fall right into place