I was really quite pleased with the turn of phrase I came up with for the end of the first verse. It goes:
A ratty bag of ideas
Bounces behind his eyes
But then the rats do
Chew the fabric through
It's got yer internal rhyme, it's got yer assonance -- we are in heavyweight lyric-writing form here, folks.
Unfortunately, these fine poetic subtleties didn't survive contact with my mouth, which rendered -- nay, interpreted the passage into something like "Wharrgarbl."
It sounds at some points like I'm trying to fight through a cold, but I suspect that rather it was more the way I was recording vocals while playing guitar. Because I had no proper mike stands I had to jerry-rig substitutes which rarely came to the correct height; I usually had to crouch down over my guitar to sing, not exactly the best way to maintain breath control.