Manhole Pie

Grow back from dead
Spend life in bed
A copy machine and a rabbit made of money
Tear up the street and asphalt turns runny
When lava seeps through the shower stall, all the fish on the curtain don't see it at all
Yo, fax machine and a town of whores
Running out of money and making more
Than the thousands of rocking horses stuck all up and down the street
Break it down for me
Three books left from a hurricane
And all the carbon monoxide's collected on the brain
Through the tube and the window, coated in grease, rubbed off the hair of a super sleeve
Piled up high
Manhole pie