let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue,
a smorgasboard
let's go hang out in a church

we'll go find lurch
then we'll haul $$# down through the abbey


is it money, is it fame
what's in a name, shame?
is it money, is it fame

or were they always this lame?

it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town

but it's the rattlesnake i fear
in another place, in another time
i'd be drivin' trucks my dear

i'd be skinnin' hunted deer
deer


let's go hang out in a bar
it's not too far
we'll take my car

we'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white
the sinner's saint
the rack is full and so are we

of laughing gas and ennui