How to Murder a Man (In 3 Acts) - Guided By Voices

The counterculture is sulking

We cannot be held responsible

Sociopathological liers invented the wheel

In which they run

In scholarly circles

To greater noodle psychology

With Japanese on his t-shirt

Salvation army beetle boots peeling and starting to feel

As if they shrink

On her third glass of wine

She said your not mine

Not to speak

To seek my point

I sell my voice

Some houses

Lots of trees

On vast stretches of land

No sunflowers or state luminaries

It’s how to murder a man

But I feel better today

It’s the end almost

I am guessing