The dream is dying harder than ever before, The fire has gone out, and now I’m frozen for ever more, Why don’t you love me anymore? Why don’t you realize the error of your ways?
Who’s gonna suffer all of your industrial accidents? Who’s gonna scrape the flesh out of the combine in your shed? And every time you turn up dead, Who will hinder the investigation The way I do?
Now look, what you done to me, Now I’m loitering outside the high school With a metal detector And a tub of Vaseline
There’s a TV weather personality inside of me, And he cries every time it starts to rain on your new car, The one you bought to drive so far Away from my five day forecast And my Doppler radar