The curtains are made for moving 'Cause you know sometimes you're not always there You don't need it now Your head's shaped like a cow 'Til all is here The world's just a sphere No bigger than the balls you suck Hey you with your hat down Don't you know that it can't be where it's always at? You've all been always there Your head's shaped like a pear You search through the lights Instead of jumped in the pie Of life that you sliced till it's just right You're so often seen along The west side wheel of the mills That you steal to get around The curtain of the slobs It's always made you feel the best You always need less and less Of the casual forces That lead you away from the nest I know your face It's all out place I know your face It's all out of place