[Verse 1]
In the gnarly winds of the oncoming beast
I confuse myself
In the choppy woods of the trackless ruts
I compose myself

[Verse 2]
In the chance I took, I'm a broken horse
I'm the one who's no good in your eyes
Can I change these things?
Can I break the spell that you've cast over me?

[Chorus]
Parallel lines on a slow decline, tractor rape chain
Better yet, let's all get wet on the tractor rape chain

[Outro]
Clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, clean it up right now
Clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, clean it up right now
I said clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, clean it up right now
I said clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, clean it up right now