Splat!

I live at the wrong end. Set the rocket in reverse. Blasted a hole to the center of the universe. I cut a spin around In a sycamore plain. Nothing much to see out here except a whole Lot of all the same. Oh, bound and beaten down. Bound and beaten down. Well, that's enough of that. We'll be standing here all day. Let the cat out the bag. All kinds of hell to pay. Moving along, Running easy and free. Back in the groove, don't worry 'bout me. I'm gonna bark up another tree. We're bound and beaten down. Bound and beaten down. Bound And beaten down. Bound and beaten down. I look into the future as we splat against The screen. It's better than I hoped and much And I was unforeseen. A metamorphosis, I'm hoping for much more of this And maybe something funky in between. I look into the future as we splat against The wall. Leave this all behind and soon we Won't be here at all. We go metaphysical, whimsical, And spiritual. Won't need that sycamore no more.