Guided By Voices

Bitter fish in crude oil sea
You don't have to bother me
You just have to join on this song
Crawling people on your knees
Don't take this so seriously
You just have to hum it all day long
To dine, alone
To build a private zone
Or trigger a synapse
And free us from our traps
You won't see me turn my back
With my head against my stack
Spinning deep and broken open skin
Official ironman you are free
Champions officially, but
You won't catch me on an open chin