Well I will be seen... who wakes from dream.
Who screams in pain... at silent rain.
Well I lost the touch. 
It wasn't much.
So now I'm drunk!
Spending lunch by a frozen speedboat glass-edged chair...
Zoned out on space.

The parson ate the soon-to-be-forgotten bitch puppies,
Slide foot motion spore, smiling like a crocodile.
In the zoo, plaid dogs askew, spelled danger
Chrome loose edges, painted blue, oh say.
I drew the young boys whip quietly from my waist.
Soon the night would move his burden all along the white boxes.
Antoinette, her lips of fur, clung softly to my car.
Slowly, clawing her way up past every tear, I spew her out.
Mountain roads, pack and dirt, andahl Liebernawash
I should have simply said PERMO and had done with it.
But no, my last days as a boy were spent coding rocks
At a zoological garden...Below the waterline.

[Little Red Riding Hood Hits the Road]

...listen for the lyrics...