and it s all the rotating eyes and it s all on the same postcard and it s all on the same damn shirt sound asleep in the same sear s camp house and it s all in the great state parks and it s all on the same greyhound and it s all so many miles beneath the dirt brown dirt frequent flyer miles to the island with the biggest mall on earth and it s all the same rest stop and it s all the same damn shirt and it s all the same greyhound sunspots in the house of the late scapegoat down where the paint s all peeling all the muscle cars bring the lead i got myself a fine fine fine fine print say it all to the next scapegoat and it s on same damn face with parts repelled and attracted your feeling screwtape on your size it s eating sunspots