Winnebago Skeletons

[Verse 1]
Here's a fish in my stomach
A thousand years old
Can't swim a full circle
The water's too cold

Burnt out cars in my fingers
Conveyor belts flow
Right angles and steam whistles
Nothing can grow

A big-antlered deer
Stepping into the road
A beautiful woman
With her head in the stove

The skyscrapers crumble
Heavy with rats
The wind's full of beer cans
And whiffle ball bats

[Chorus]
The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound
Like Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the Ground
And the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2]
This fish in my stomach
Wears a full length mink
But his teeth float in sherry
In a jar by the sink

He's the withered remains
Of Rin Tin Tin
Taking his new Cadillac
Out for a spin

[Chorus]
The endless sea of traffic lights never make a sound
Like Ben Franklin's electric kite crashing to the Ground
And the Winnebago skeletons beneath this bankrupt town