[lyrics] I've Got Problems

[jake]

i want to ride a woman's bones
into the radiation of the sunset
leather reigns hanging from her stubbly jaws
cause i've got problems man

i want to shoot pistols into faces at point blank
reach into the sinus to they smell and then can taste
i want to run the wheat down with the smoking grill of god [uhh?]
cause i've got problems man oh yeahhh

i want to snap my legs and scrape along the boiling tar
i want to have wings burst out of the shells of my arms
i want to be a dancing puppet with sparkling feet

[LadyLazarus]

I hear the same 'smoking grill of god' line. I don't understand it, but it sounds right.

[LadyLazarus]

Just listening again and I kind of hear the puppet line as 'sparkling meat,' not feet. He seems to like meaty corpus in his lyrical themes.