
Cracker
White wash the picket fences A tale as old as time {Cracker} We're lost amongst the peasants Way down inside the grime {Cracker} They ride pale stilted ponies Do cowards still have spines? {Cracker} No matter what you show me Yeah, it's been gentrified Waiter, there's a fly In my soup Cracker stacks so high What to do? Tell me not to cry Grab the lube Saltine oyster rice Touch your shoes They think it's getting better There's water in the well {Cracker} But they're just getting wetter From juice of cockleshells {Cracker} We huddle in the gutter There's something in their eyes {Cracker} It's something rather subtle It's in between the lines Waiter, there's a fly In my soup Cracker stacks so high What to do? Tell me not to cry Grab the lube Saltine oyster rice Touch your shoes

