For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets when 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
The fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering
A hole without a key if I break my tongue
Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees
Every time a doorbell rings
I shake like a toothache
When I hear myself sing
All my lies are only 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 fallen leaves
Filling up shopping bags
The cash machine is blue and green For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to poets when 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 The fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering A hole without a key if I break my tongue Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time a doorbell rings I shake like a toothache When I hear myself sing All my lies are only 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 fallen leaves Filling up shopping bags Explain Request ×
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