Winnebago Skeletons

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Here's a fish in my stomach A thousand years old Can't swim a full circle The water's too cold Burnt out cars in my fingers Conveyor belts flow Right angles and steam whistles Nothing can grow A big-antlered deer Stepping into the road A beautiful woman With her head in the stove The skyscrapers crumble Heavy with rats The wind's full of beer cans And whiffle ball bats [Chorus] The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound Like Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the Ground And the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2] This fish in my stomach Wears a full length mink But his teeth float in sherry In a jar by the sink He's the withered remains Of Rin Tin Tin Taking his new Cadillac Out for a spin [Chorus] The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound Like Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the Ground And the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town
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