 Gotta get cleaned up, pressed up, dressed up. Sundown comes around, find me with my head down. Toes turned in with my hands in my pocket. Like a present day, hesitating Huckleberry Finn. So I sneak out, peace out. Peek out the curtains of a blacked out bedroom. Pass out cartoon version of a person with a whole herd of sheep. Just floating in a circle with some capital Z's. Damn.