She's got a sound that she makes when she walks through the front porch door
And she laughs in the face of darkness when she parks it on the market floor
I got a feeling that she just might turn
A steeling that you got to earn
Try it so you might discern a signal on the chain
Well it's hard to explain
Just allow a man to cuss and complain
There's a crack in my back
And I hope that you can give it some slack
He's got a burden for Churchill, a regular OFG
And he won't abide all the lies and he sure as hell won't bend the knee
I gotta feeling that it's gonna burn
All the cheaters are about to learn
A fetus in the fern confirms the jangle on the chain
Well it's hard to explain
And if I do I might just cuss and complain
There's a crack down my back
But you don't have to give me no slack
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
We got a tangle the signal is a jangle
Help me find my way home
We got a tangle the signal is a jangle
Help me find my way home
We got a tangle the signal is a jangle
Help me find my way home
We got a tangle the signal is a jangle
Help me find my way home