you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you come down to this nerves are up and the eyes all screwy blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille my muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti hack through the mess with a greased up machete hang from the axles of a boxcar follow the dotted line like a steer to chicago but to the hooks of the chicago man and i said well you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you come down to this i get all tripped up my eyes turn to water rug burns from a shag rug struck dumb in the presence polyester burns from a jacket rub the skin thin break down in a diner then i paid the bill you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you come down to this cashier toothpick stuck in the ground tiny lawnmower to mow me down i could get lost in a lunchbox lie low in the mittens in the lost and found you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists you come down to this