It’s been three weeks now since the day I left
a cold wind comes from the great Northwest
I’ve moved so far, I can’t run no more
I’ll lay my body down on the sandy shore

It was there that I met a man named Clay
to some he was cautious, to other o-kay
I called him asshole when he beat me with a willow
and took me to his palace stuffed in a pillow

You know cautious, I’m coming back next week
Don’t ask, trust, I’m much more then a freak

He said I know you know my brother
I said I don’t you stupid mother (fucker)
he ran out the door and left me stapled to the wall
so I ripped off my skin and headed down the hall

I’ve only got two miles before I cross the line
If I make it there I’ll make it out fine
Clay will be looking for me latter today
and I’ll be screaming “Yes I got away

you know cautious, I’m coming back next week
Don’t ask, trust, I’m much more then a freak”