My Time, Yer Time lyrics

Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise Now peter had paul dont have it i have it have it said i In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that dont belong to me It aint funny you say ok i had it up to here with you This giddy little lifetime yer time my time dont agree with you Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone Some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup