| Ever wonder why there's an end to it | |
| Clockwise slipping down a clogged drain | |
| In that period two dimensions out of three | |
| Tried to fit it like a broken chain | |
| The mirror can't explain to the crowd | |
| Just how the con went down | |
| Tonight's act is in a double-lined garbage bag | |
| For your pleasure with a top hat and cane | |
| In the quicksand it's on land and offshore | |
| Ever wonder why people disappear | |
| Sucked under by the day's tight undertow | |
| A thick accumulation of boredom and fear | |
| On a raft made out of rotten sticks | |
| Caught on a sea of bad risks | |
| Catch it soon | |
| Is that the seventh wave | |
| Don't dawdle over twice-tried failures | |
| Have you ever seen how those wolves behave | |
| Quicksand you're on land and you're offshore | |
| Ever wonder why there's a house that sits | |
| As empty as the day that someone finished building it | |
| Birds on the highway | |
| Rat on the porch | |
| They're singing to the people who used to live next door | |
| They don't answer that phone anymore | |
| The quicksand is on land and offshore |