The cash machine is blue and green For a bundle of 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, the machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
We want a good life with a nose for things the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering I'm 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 I hear a doorbell ring I shake like a toothache every time 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
