what's that riding on your everything?
oh, gotta see, gotta know right now
what's that writing on your shelf?
no one really cared for it at all
early, early in the morning
it pulls all on down my sore feet
it all will fall, fall right into place
as fruit drops, flesh it sags
everything will fall right into place
when we die, some sink and some lay
but at least i don't see you float away
all the spilt milk, sex and weight
everything will fall right into place.