The Birthday Party - The Dim Locator

Inanimational items elude I
And in an emotional motion I swallow
My motive of quicker location is slammed
My dim chance of skipping
This thick world is thin

They call me Dim
I am the Dim Locator
Dim Locator

Intrigueinometry treads on my trail
Entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types
Who later are packed in a cast iron trunk
These things have been known
To get out of their wraps

Don't call me Dim
I am the Dim Locator
Dim Locator

Fog fished and filtered is filling my case book
Of friends who fall foul of my files trip and breakneck
Are stacked in the woodshed for further good use
There's some certain people who shouldn't start fires

So call me Dim!
I am the Dim Locator!
Dim Locator!
Dim Locator!

Don't call me Dim!
Dim Locator!
Don't call me Dim!
Dim Locator!
Don't call me Dim!