[We deal crabs
To be like crabs
To pinch like crabs
To deal with you
We deal crabs
To be like crabs
To pinch like crabs
To deal with you]

Late on a coal black night
I clutched my torso tight
I saw a crippling light
I fell to Heaven's might
I felt the aliens grip
The breeze began to drip
And time began to slip
They brought me to a ship

And up and away
Show day
Circuses and animals
A wedding of the planets
Lincoln at the altar
And I'd swear to the stars
My home's a land
I do not recognize
I look at the glass
Poised on my lap
L'eau de la vie
I indulge
The aliens plead
Look in the water below
What do you see

Local pride exaggerated
Lonely towns inebriated
Weary are noises
Damp grey lots and ditch molasses
Beauty spots and broken glasses
Praying for silence
So jump from the brawl
Escape from it all
Now that's what I call
An Oakland Highball