Beyond the white trees I am chasing hordes of midgets with a butterfly net, they're faster than you think, their giant bastard heads swaying from side to side as their clever little feet scamper away, I want to catch one and throw it off the overpass, I wanna watch all the cars wreck, I wanna hear people scream, the ambulances and sirens, I wanna dance under the blurry sky, I wanna watch the highway melt into a river of flashing light, my ocean of happiness on display, one less midget, with my net, I will catch more, my wilderness of bliss restored.