'How are your nerves?'

How are your nerves? Me 5 minutes before I have to leave for work: Your hopes on just one person because you know your harness was only made for one. Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses, carob, and syrup. And syrup and molasses. And I'm checking out the asses. The asses that attract us to anything that moves. We're deep inside the grooves and it's time to check the rashes. Because someone's gonna cash in. The product turns again. The reference starts to turn. It shows me a word that rhymes with pavement. And I won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit. And don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it. Or you're gonna catch a bad man. Call them the freaks of the White House. I'm moving into a light house. And the freaks of the White House.