"What makes a man feel small? Is it points of pleasure in leather?
What makes him go way off where the fights are gagging still?
Take what you can today
Left the brown dog burning He's burning..."
"It's a crash of the egos
As temperature climbs
And the long, sunny people
Reveal the sidewalk pride..."
"I'm not the one you saw around the tree early that day
I'm not the ghost that crossed your path and made you think that way
It seems to be too much for me
Slow me down and take me through the groove I made for you..."