Trampoline

Lyrics for Trampoline

The one in the jar at the foot of the bed Gets weaker at heart but larger at head Says I am the fool, spat on and pushed aside He gave something back just right before he died The man with the hair on top of his ears Drove past me at eight with a cooler of beer Got high on the hunt in camouflage green A drop of precious oil in the orgone machine Way-o Way-o Way-o Way-o