Make a pile Your sun sets laughing Odds on success I'm a pornographic lighthouse, stuffed with your mess Could I make her holler, trash her high hopes I guess I'm a so called classic coward Lovely she said I'm a small man pushing you. Throw it down the drain pipe Lost in anger she said Building up the pieces Trash her high hopes I guess Like a big distortion whamming inside my head I'm a so called classic coward Lovely she said I'm a small man pushing you.