Vic Chesnutt - Gluefoot

Cross my heart and cross my eyesstick a needle in my thighdrop kick my unscrewed lidand fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle with what's inside A rusty mass of mechinationsstill i'm vying for the right vaccination I make a masterful selection like louis pasteurcertain i've found at least a temporary cureif there's one thing i've learned in this chemical worldit's very very very very very little is pure My gluefoot sticks, i wrestle with it I try to skedaddle but my gluefoot is fixed If they'd give me a shovel in this communication agemaybe i'd have kept my mouth shut and done something today I want to blame democracy and it's inherent lies I want to blame my heritage for my leisurely demise Everybody wants to wear the cleatseverbody wants to be Dominique I want to be someone separate from me I want to have a sustained feeling My gluefoot sticks, i wrestle with it I try to skidaddle but my gluefoot is fixed