Vomit on his sweater already
They appear all at once, directly above your head
Pittsburgh: I want a grid, but make it a triangle
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi, goddamn
Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Around the time that school doors close
Around the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper
Vomit on his sweater already