Nick Thorburn

But I still had David Geffens, Jackson, Holly.

I found David Geffen's Jackson Pollock He fell off

truck near the beach at least that's where I got it tried to move it for a record 200 million dollars

But these jackals, these vampires They offered me something much smaller

It was a notice, information leading to the return of this abstract impressionist work.

Or whatever you call it.

It was David Geffen's Jackson Pollock.

It's when I showed up, lifted my coat up.

Afraid that this might happen Took out my box cutter Their faces slackened As it pushed against the canvas I knelt down

As I climbed back in what might have been the world's slowest getaway.

But I still had David Geffens, Jackson Pollock.

I still had David Geffens, Jackson Pollock.

But I still had David Geffens, Jackson, Hawley.

I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea I woke up hungry with hungry cookers surrounding me I hit the soft spot in the soft spot of my head

It made me tired, so I sung from my bed I'm ready to die I'm ready to die I'm ready to die A sword or switchblade, any way you cut it I'm not afraid, I know I'm gonna get

Oh, maker of such fine products as palm trees and the Dead Sea.

Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude.

Things conclude, things conclude.

As I slurred that chorus, the ghost got biggie, small sounds like a drill.

The death sweat suits me, a death threat provides a thrill.