Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces

Wonderin' why their bodies go to silly places


Walkin' past the carpet mills looking in and takin' stills


Your $$# it draws me in like a Bermuda highway




Oh, don't carve me out, don't let your silly dreams


Fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall

Two times I fell asleep in a dirty ba!@&(t


Snoozing in cobwebs and the cement




Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame


Maybe I'm to blame for his short bitter $#&@ed up life