In the hazy light I see. Lonely crow, dark green dream. I got no paddle and I got no shoes. I'm solo in a rawhide canoe. . Hundreds of them little bug eyes.
Whoa, alright, hey. . A tiny turtle in a can, I dig a living room in the sand. Poke a toe through a hole in the floor, floor. And ramble on some more, ramble on.
I will survive in my Mach 5. In my Mach 5, I will survive, yeah, yeah. I will survive in my Mach 5. In my Mach 5, I will survive, yeah, yeah. . I bring the hammer down, a tiny crushin' sound.