I've earned myself an impossible crime
Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside
It gets far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress in counting time

Oh won't you do me the favor man
Of forgiving my poly-morphing opinion here
And your vague outline

Found myself another burning gate
pretty face -- a vague ideal -- I can't relate
And this is what you get for pulling pins
Another hole inside the hole you're in

It's like I'm perched on the handle bars of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just [bad word] wind on the rolling mind

They want you to decide -- eventually it happens
Some gather on one side with all their pearly snapping
They close the basement door -- it sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before -- but now that hardly matters

You're old enough boy -- too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheels, set you up with some odd convictions
'Cause you're finally golden boy

It's like I'm perched on the handle bars of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just [bad word] wind on the rolling mind