Mark Eitzel - Auctioneer's Song

Your camera eye pans slowly
Over the sheets
A world of mountains and valleys that all
Hide from the sun
You're buried underneath not
Moving a bone
Some terrified Incredible Hulk
Made out of stone

But the auctioneer is
The only one
That needs to know
That everything
Everything
Everything must go

Snowman frozen not feeling much of
anything
People are nails on a chalkboard
They scratch
Just want to listen to the music of
the traffic outside
Drained and desiccated
Formaldehyde

The auctioneer in
His black chapeau
Says everything
Everything
Everything must go

Candelabra the rope
Poison in your ring
Sometimes it's bad to tell them
All you know
They'll take your heart, inflate it
Hold it with a string
Put your face to the wind and
And let you go

And the auctioneer
With a sassy smile
And a little do-si-do
The auctioneer with a trail of
Dancing zeros
Always finds a way
To comfort and console
Says everything
Everything
Everything must go