There's a man in town who does the dustbins
with a plastic bag and two tin earrings
Then where he goes the time's unticking,
rags to rags his fancy clothing
And I who thought that on this world
you only come to never lose your grip
And I who's taught that on this world
you only come to spit and leave your traces
There's a brother of sis pending on the ceiling
the world's gone mute and mommy's weeping
In her lap this letter briefly written
with all his words that strangely fit in
And I who thought that on this world
You only come to never lose your grip
And I who's taught that on this world
You only come to spit and leave your traces
But it's mounting, it's mounting on soap
