Fin
[Verse 1]
Open call for prison architects
Send me your blueprints A.S.A.P. 
Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe
Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather
I hope soon to leave from the east
No more absolutes, no more absolutes
Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh

[Verse 2]
Amateur sea salt gatherers colonized
They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself
Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the sea
Oh, yeah