I want my records back And the motorcycle gas tank That I spray-painted black The owls have been talking to me But I'm sworn to secrecy I woke up in A burned out basement Sleeping with metal hands In a spirit ditch The moon, it will rise with such Horse laughter It's dragging pianos into the ocean If I had a home You'd know it'd be In a slide trombone I woke up in A burned out basement Sleeping with metal hands In a spirit ditch Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm Mm-mm-mm I woke up in A burned out basement Sleeping with metal hands In a spirit ditch