In the gnarly winds Of the oncoming beast I confuse myself In the choppy woods Of the trackless ruts I compose myself In the chance I took On a broken horse I'm the one who's no good in your eyes Can I change these things Can I break the spell that you've cast over me Parallel lines on a slow decline Tractor rape chain Better yet, let's all get wet On the tractor rape chain Clean it up Clean it up Clean it up Clean it up Right now