Mark Yakich - From BLOOD CHITS lyrics

★ From above I saw tens of thousands of boys and girls eating freeze-dried potatoes with tiny sticks ★ They reminded me of the hordes of men who poured into Alaska to build a pipeline and often worked eighteen-hour days ★ It was grueling ★ but they got free steak and lobster every night! ★ It's simply one of those things I get melancholic about for no particular reason ★ Like the escalator in the mall that reminds me of when I waited for the bus ★ I was sorry for Mama because she didn't have a car ★ I was sorrier for Papa because he didn't have a job ★ I regretted I'd spent the money they'd given me not on a book but on a Chinese tea set made in Indonesia ★ I didn't even like tea ★ but the cups and saucers were so cute and the book was easier to shoplift ★ Now comes the turn away from the thousands I saw on TV ★ I have nowhere to go back to ★ so there's no point in going on ★ Scratch that ★ I have no time to f** around with near rhyme ★ On my headstone write ★ whoever thought a ghost could be portrayed with a sheet was an idiot ★