baby were you satified maybe you were out of line all the creatures shriveled up and died and you smiled because you made them with your wicked mind friday you were feeling fine and now sunday you were surfing time you were shaking like a bag of bones cause your standing to your shoulders in the texas snow you can drift on the time zones hunching over hanging low below its the way of all your weapons it makes you slow it makes you slow yeah baby were you satified maybe you were out of line all the creatures shriveled up and died and you smiled because you made them with your wicked mind 