Decoder Ring

I couldn't wait for it to go on sale I caught a cormorant with a scissor tail And then I dressed him up in a bolo tie And told him, "Best go West boy, with them laser eyes" Then we burnt it up just like an offering With your vampire teeth, boy, and your decoder ring From a cereal box, up on a Saturday That brand of bliss that requires AAs I had to stop editing myself Like constantly Calibrating Gotta reinvent, like in a Ram Dass way And tie this ratking nest of thinning Swedish roots Up in a pile of fishtail braids String these wasted arms up in a million beads And explode the faith The fuck up out of a mustard seed So we cut the tape and I master it And we send it to some label cats down in Mississipp Of course they pass on it Because they're good businessmen But I'm not one yet And so we try again (and again) Should I crumble Or commit myself Either way Buy my records please I'm moving to the forest I'm over it with inboxes Anyway Congratulations on your successful exorcism I mean it! I mean I mean it! I mean I mean it! I mean I mean it! I mean it!