Hard hats hang all around the head 
Of the lily-white ways the gasoline greys 
Well, everybody learns in a learning room 
Where the readymade tunes 
They whistle in the afternoons 
Worms are hungry for my bones 
The sticks and stones are gonna follow you home 

First and last, the pickpockets crash, the lunch money cash 
The bargain center dunce cap sittin' on your head 
Like a hive sucked dry 
Where the billy goats cry 
Beneath the satellite trespass sky 
The worms are hungry for my bones 
The sticks and stones are gonna follow you home