Muck Machine

Like the gutter by the park where you walk your kid
Or the flutter in your heart that the doctor keep hid well

Some things they never get clean
Some things they never get clean
Some things will never be clean
They are muck machine, they are muck machine
They go

Like a black payphone in a parking lot
In a summertime, it makes it so hot
Burns your hand, it boils the dermis
When you put it to your ear, it turns your head to a thermos
And that thing never gets clean

Some things, they'll never get clean
Some things will never be clean
Some things will never be clean
Never be clean is what I mean

Like the part of a wheel that licks the ground
Or the part of her that never stick around
Or the part of your brain that says
When to go downtown

Muck machine



Credits
Writer(s): Howe Gelb
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