The Mad Conductor - Cot In A Wormhole lyrics

a fish pitched up by an angry sea i gasped on land, then i became me a product of the sun coughed up on the beach in black chinos cut off below the knees with a salt parched throat i struggled to talk to lone angler positioned on the rugged old dock lost in the bucket of worms with mad slack on the reel no other concerns but a meal as it, ha ha, what is to be will be and no cares of ours can arrest the decree of this outlaw cyclone my feet lost feeling and brushstrokes of madness encompa**ed the ceiling the sheriff rose up from the dirt so i split he fired mad shots but i didn't get hit i hopped off the dock and swam pa**ed the reef back to the coral abode where i can sleep oh yeah, all right oh now what a wonderful sign when your lost in the chasm of thought Well my minds a marble on the deck of a ship in the bermuda triangle when the record storm hits one day i'm gonna slip n slide off the plank and then theyll hit the off switch on my oxygen tank til i'm out of my element seemingly unconscious down in the well again dreaming as my thoughts sink deeper and deeper and deeper into the bucket of worms i got no concerns my mind my soul my body we all feel the same yeah we all feel alright, oh yeah oh yeah, alright, woah now what a wonderful sign when your lost in the chasm, chasm, chasm