Check The Yard - Two Inch Astronaut

Check the yard for spots I missed they’re clumping off and odorless

You find examples all the time catch me at the scene of the crime

And toe the line

Toe the line (x3)

Coddled (x3)

Fuck off

Dying for my neighborhood I’m grooving on your neighborhood

We plumb the depths of four square miles for something we don’t know yet

How’s it feel to know that?

How’s it feel with success?

Don’t answer that

Chuck the card that bore the number

Tear it up now torn asunder

Turn away and turn and ask the audience «are you having fun?»

Don’t answer that