Like A Storefront Display Lyrics

you poor old dump of wax limping sox full of tacks you poor old out of wack you poor old fucked up load crippled up on some crumpled road you don't show up with out some flack here in the core of the crust when your thrust turns to dust here in the core of the crust store front display eyes that stare and don't turn away wearing the same clothes for weeks feeling the same way for days new way to harbor the day man does what he can makes a mess of what he must until his thrust turns to dust (like a) store front display eyes that don't turn away don't turn away don't turn away