Lyric Modesto

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...)