Полный текст песни Collapse - Soul Coughing

Mid-level manager
Says he heard about
Some mulatto girl
Shot him in the mouth,

And left him a hotel Near the mid-south offices.
He worked in distribution,
Regional vice-president.

Collapse, unload it, pop! pop!
I must accumulate, unload it,
Pop! Pop! I must accumulate.

Well the soil is rich
Competition fat
Ripe and vulnerable
Oozing from the slats

And too cash-heavy, bloated
Sitting there all puckered up.
Index of numbers is,
Scrolling upscreen, scrolling up.