Safety Pin

you put me down with a stick you got



that safety pin grip you know me like you



know ice on a fire dust myself off with a



spoon you shot your darts at the moon



and this piece didn't tear too soon now



it's dust the rubber burns peeling out



behind the wheel and you're looking for



the holes that I don't have caught on



underneath my heel but now i'm moving



on moving on from your safety pin inside



the scoop outside the rage mothballs



galore caught in the drain your hat's on



tight like super glue you dug the pit you



stepped in it and now you're out with the



prick you're going down without this ship