Cardboard Box Of Batteries Lyrics - Slingshot Professionals - Kelly Joe Phelps

Make a dent in the shovel, run the mud through a sieve 

Paste your hopes on a windmill blade, plant it up on the hill 

Pencil sharpened with a putty knife, pretty girl as a pretty nun 

Maybe you wake and think, this is great, I just want somewhere to run 

The walls blend into ceilings and faces disappear 

Never enough time to think it out, only time to forget I'm here 

The bill is on the table but I've got no coins for pay 

A beer half circle around her name, what the hell did she say? 

The wise are playing tether ball and the ball's eyes look like mine 

Rolling around on the end of the cord, I can't make up for down 

I'm a stream lined engine with a cog chipped out of the wheel 

I remember a dirty joke or two but I can't remember the feel 

I remember a dirty joke or two but I can't remember the feel 

Too much time alone I spend, a miser with a nickel worn 

Starving like a mother but I can't let go 

I'll spit the hours 'cross the room and I'll kick 'em out the door 

Hell, you can have them, just another thing I've got no use for