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 a** 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 basement 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 f**ed up life