Nick Cave - The dim locator

Inanimational items elude I, and In-an-emotional-motion I swallow my Motive of quicker location is slammed my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin They call me Dim I am the Dim Locator Dim Locator Loco, lomo, loco, lomo l'wow, wow, wow (same as above) intrigueinometry treads on my trail Entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types Who later are packed in a cast iron trunk these things have been known, to get out of their wraps Don't call me Dim I am the Dim locator Dim Locator Loco, lomo...... Fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of friends who fall foul of my files trip and breakneck are stacked in the woodshed for further good use Theres some certain people who shouldn't start fires So call me Dim! I am the Dim Locator! Dim Locator! Don't call me Dim!