I walk like a burned out !@$^ star with aching feet for a car

My buddy had a baby with a girl named Star


Makes me appreciate how the little things are




But crossing a road isn't easily told


To a young has-been centerfold


Labeled the winner's episode




Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean


Except for this reoccurring dream

Of losing total feeling while the windmill's squealing


The windmill's squealing




I paint to kill the dead saints, I paint to make it clear


My colors run in blue and gray


But they give hope to someone dear




Yeah, yeah, yeah, two a.m. lovesick


With a walking pneumonia drum kick

And this candle doesn't have a wick


But I'm really not that scared, no I'm not that scared




I walk like a burned out !@$^ star with aching feet for a car


My buddy had a baby with a girl named star


Makes me appreciate how the little things are