Bigfoot!

I change the oil and oil the squeak

Patch the holes in the fluid leak

At dusk beneath the diabetic moon

Wait to take the TV crews

Across the squeaking aisles

The news is howling to the timber wolves in the sewers

I'll go through it all again

Watch the doubtful smiles begin

The visions that I see believe me

So praise the things I can't forget

with burgers and a silhouette

On T shirts at the council general store

Listen to the south wind sigh

Of rumours and regrets that

I don't want to talk about it any more

I wont go through it all again

Watch the doubtful smiles begin

the divisions that I see beneath me

Oh the visions that I see will believe me