I'm sending you this photograph
Of me in my new car
But I hate to say I miss you

'Cause you don't need me anymore
You politely say "I miss you"
But we know you don't mean that anymore

Like when the doctor thought he caught you
Then you weaseled through the door


Through the door of consciousness
San Francisco
Oh you think it's over

Oh you think it's over to need
Someone who smokes pot in the subway
Pot in the subway to me

Oh Destructo
You're so destructive
Oh you're so destructive to me


No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking wind

No destruction in the waking hour
Oh there's no corruption in the waking moon


I'm talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war
The aliens and armory that bombed her cigar store
Now you think that I don't know but I know you too know quite well

That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel
There's no need to be an $$#hole, you're not in Brooklyn anymore
You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor

And I know they're gonna try to take my big mouse
Take the panels off my greenhouse


Oh but the door of consciousness isn't open anymore
Oh you think it's over
Oh you think it's over to me

Someone who smokes pot in the subway
Pot in the subway with me
Oh Destructo

You're so destructive
Oh you're so destructive to me


No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking wind
There's no destruction in the waking hour

There's no corruption on the mountain now
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking moon

No destruction...