The cash machine, is blue and green For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee I can spend 3 dollars and 63 cents On diet Coca Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to poets and nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful this machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
I want a good life with a nose for things A fresh wind and bright skies To enjoy my sufferings A hole without a key if I break my tongue Speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come All my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache when I hear myself sing All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute the ashes of American flags And all the falling leaves filling up shopping bags