you came, you went 
my mind it got a dent 
I couldn't make my rent 
'cause all my cash was lent 
 
this town is filled 
with thousand-dollar-bills 
laminated songs 
contaminated lawns 
well we eat about fifteen times a day 
starin' through a bag of frito-lay 
and I play with the fire in the stove 
when my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold 
 
well it's real and it's fake 
and it's flamin' like a steak 
and she's puttin' out my face with the rake 
oh honey you knew 
that you were my one and only blur 
 
unglued, depressed 
the meatloaf in my chest 
personality test 
I failed with the best 
and I stomped and I stormed 
and I passed out in your dorm 
then you hustled me outside 
I couldn't catch a ride 
but the subway trains speak to me now 
I'm browsing through the supermarket town 
and the girls don't talk when I'm around 
and I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong 
 
chokin' on a breathmint 
 
that's cool 
yeah, that's cool 
 
(........stuck out here in the sand, they shot my mule and burned my wagon-- 
ran out of sourdough 2 days ago; ain't got no more lard. God bless you folks...)