I've earned myself an impossible crime I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside and if it's far enough in sight and rhyme I get to wear another dress and count in time Oh won't you do me the favor, man of forgiving my poly-morphing opinion here on your vague outline Find myself another burning gate a pretty face with a vague idea I can't relate And this is what you get for pulling pins another hole inside the hole you're in It's like I'm perched on the handlebars of a blind man's bike No straws to grab just the rushing wind... on a rolling mind They'll want you to decide  eventually it happens Some gather on one side with all their pearlys snapping They close the basement door that sets our teeth to chatter You never saw it before but now that hardly matters You're old enough boy too many summers you've enjoyed So spin the wheel we'll set you up with some odd convictions Cuz you're finally golden boy