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