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