Can you hear him scratchin’ at the screen door?

Little bag of bones been out all night

I still remember hearing the radio edit to that song forever (“Cute kitty you’re gonna spend the night…”) and the moment I heard the real version.

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally emotionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into lump’s pajamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas

She’s lump, she’s lump
She’s in my head
She’s lump, she’s lump, she’s lump
She might be dead

Was it a dune buggy, in the sand?

A little blue dune buggy, in my hand?