"What, does it have to be in this room?"
"Hurry sonny, it must be soon."
But the walls are covered with names and numbers
and the floor which murky gunk encumbers
well i don't know what else to do
After all, we're passing through
It's miles til the next exit
If you wait you'll have to flex it
Well maybe it won't be so bad
this script says good times to be had
if i call the lady who left it there
on the rusty wall of this crappy lair
oh dad, what's this new word mean?
--Hold it son, that remains unseen
Don't you mention that to your dear old mother
ok dad, hey here's another
Tell you what son, i know what to do
just like days of yore, the old men who
lived off land, and made use of the brush
lets go out side, and keep it hush hush