Lyrics

I'm smarter than a chair until it needs red paint Then I'm amazed in a forest of stares Crying oil, and picking horsetail feathers From my eyes Oh-huh, a-hoo, a hoo! A grin of shadows press my face I am a forger or a fake Who dabs and bursts each blood-filled egg And whips his raw steak of a brush into an ass Oh-huh, a-hoo, a hoo! I wanna quit with all my skin But I can't find a place to sit With all this red on my hands Or even trace these slapdash tears back To the start Oh-huh, a-hoo, a hoo! I coat it twice, and thrice I rub it on like it's tan lotion And like a child, I let it stream Watching it ebb, full of emotion My neighbour stares, I'm red as Mars He's smarter than a can of paint "It looks real nice" he finally says "And where's your lovely wife today?" "She's in the house baking a cake." Oh-huh, a-hoo, a hoo!