| Bat chain, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| A chain with yellow lights |
| That glistens like oil beads |
| On its slick smooth trunk |
| That trails behind on tracks, and thumps |
| A wing hangs limp and retreats |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bulbs shoot from its snoot |
| And vanish into darkness |
| It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth |
| Sod-bustin' rakes with grey dust claws |
| Announces it’s coming in the morning |
| This train with grey tubes |
| That houses people’s very thoughts and belongings |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| This train with grey tubes that houses people’s thoughts |
| Their very remains and belongings |
| A grey cloth patch |
| Caught with four threads |
| In the hollow wind of its stacks |
| Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks |
| Lunging the cushioned thickets |
| Pumpkins span the hills |
| With orange Crayola patches |
| Green inflated trees |
| Balloon up into marshmallow soot |
| That walks away in faulty circles |
| Caught in grey blisters |
| With twinkling lights and green sashes |
| Drawn by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths |
| That blister and break in agony |
| In zones of rust |
| They gild gold sawdust into dust |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Puller, puller |
| Bat chain puller |
| Bat chain puller |