Safety Pin - Citizen King

you put me down with a stick you got 
that safety pin grip you know me like you 
know ice on a fire dust myself off with a 
spoon you shot your darts at the moon 
and this piece didn't tear too soon now 
it's dust the rubber burns peeling out 
behind the wheel and you're looking for 
the holes that I don't have caught on 
underneath my heel but now i'm moving 
on moving on from your safety pin inside 
the scoop outside the rage mothballs 
galore caught in the drain your hat's on 
tight like super glue you dug the pit you 
stepped in it and now you're out with the 
prick you're going down without this ship