This is a song about "Hammocks"

And when they see my potential, i’ll be receiving calls.

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously