I STAND ON A ROOF A CHUCK LOVE OUT THE WINDOW
I CRAWL ON THE FLOOR UNTIL I FALL OFF
I CLIMB LADDERS UP AND UP UNTIL I REACH THE GROUND FLOOR
I RIDE THE SUBWAY AT AN ALTITUDE OF 2000 FEET
I TAKE A PLANE AND I PAY WITH TOKENS
I FIX EVERYTHING TILL ITS BROKEN
I PERFORM THE HEIMLICH UNTIL YOU START CHOCKING
I PUT OUT FIREs EASILY BY REPEATEDLY STOKING THEM
I FEED ANIMALS UNTIL THEY STARVE
I WASH THE FILTH ON TO THE FORMERLY FORMAL AND CLEAN
I sensor the sensual and promote the obscene
there is nothing so reliable my magic beans
I go on a diet to stop being so lean
I PAY MY MECHANIC TO TAKE MY engine apart
I smear my blood against the wall and call the crimson art
I uncook fine cuisine
I eat roast raw
I am prayed to
by god