Here I stand, turd in hand
Turn my throte to the wall
If Andy's gone, I can't go on
Feeling logless n all
… Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
… Hey, you've got to hide your logs away
Hey, you've got to hide your logs away
… How can I even try?
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I'm in
… How could she say to me
"Logs will find a way"?
Gather 'round, all you clowns
Let me hear you say
… Hey, you've got to hide your logs away
Hey, you've got to hide your logs away