Pictures of shadows encased in neatly arranged squares Spinning my head let the needle drop Why did we fail? Tugging at a plastic heart Isn't it so hard? Isn't it so hard? Those flowers are bright as the stars in your eyes They make me--puke Its leaves cut a gash in the gra** and I refuse To go home with you What have I to lose? What have I to lose?
I fell down the stairs on my way to the store I'm out of bread A polka-dot bird with a bum right knee asked "Hey, are you dead?" I said "No," but take my hand Mutter a plea--a prayer for me The bird said to me, "Life it isn't for free So come follow me, and drink from this cup of misery And leave me here for dead