Sunspots in the House of the

And it's all the rotating eyes
And it's all on the same postcard
And it's all on the same damn shirt
Sound asleep in the same Sear's camp house
And it's all in the great state parks
And it's all on the same Greyhound
And it's all so many miles

Beneath the dirt, brown dirt
Frequent flyer miles to the island
With the biggest mall on Earth
And it's all the same rest stop
And it's all the same damn shirt
And it's all the same Greyhound
Sunspots

In the house of the late scapegoat
Down where the paint's all peeling
All the muscle cars bring the lead
I got myself a fine, fine, fine, fine print
Say it all to the next scapegoat
And it's on the same damn face
With parts repelled and attracted
You're feeling screw tape on your size, it's eating
Sunspots