Theoretically

Rainbow-colored vision knitted into a scarf.
The thick-laced scarf has been placed over

our eyes and knotted in the back of our heads

by the hands of Status Quo.
I'm sick of playing hangman with a midget

because you broke your glasses.
Locusts in the air and moths eating our clothes.
Pretty soon we'll all be naked.
Where are you gonna keep your gun?

Creating destruction.

Do you really believe that the moon exists only when you look at it?