estou sempre a falar nos nocturnos de kurt wagner, eu sei, mas é verdade. 
ouvidas à noite, as canções dos lambchop são sempre mais-que-perfeitas.

I can flick a cigarette butt


Further and with more accuracy



Lots of practice, i guess


Someday we will all be editors



That jumps around from person to person


And bites you on the ass


A certain static is required


The albino butterfly


Thank you thank you very much


Little spiders making little webs


Nuts is what you have become


Kind of fractured of the facts



Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee


Shake and stretch the stiffness out



Exercise? Not right now


Applauded for your idleness



Connects to a power line


That runs over my head


In the cool wet morning air


As we sit under a tree


Thank you thank you very much


Little spiders making little webs


Nuts is what you have become

Kind of fractured of the facts



An upsidedown wire heart


Being sucked into a periscope


Still the mind is dull


Like you need another excuse


Your thoughts lift like a fog


As the sun burns it away


A soft ball and a stick


And the imprint that it makes


Like chambers from a gun


After the shooting's done


This is what you have become


Now make something out of it