Heard like a ham radio
You're a landmine
Waiting for someone to creep up from behind
You play it peculiar to give you room to slide
The light is listing on you now
It's not easy
You simple stutter at everyone you see
And play it superior to give you room to leave
Try, try a little tenderness
Try, try social fitness
Bring on down there
You're not such a wreck
You're staring face down at the ground
There's a sound for you
Smoking hisses and sweaty mouths
Surrounds
And nickel highs shifting inside your eyes
Try, try a little easiness
Try, try accepting large checks
Bring on down there