Текст песни hollowed-out-man - Mike Watt

In the shell of the belly of the hollow man
Some cats made it into a kind of party pad
Both legs planted with boats for feet
The melancholy face is an analogy
Now the hat that′s worn is like a horse track
Pairs of peckers promenadin' ′round a sack
A swollen bagpipe waitin' for the ear-knife
Castrate hack and up the stairs climbs another wack