Modesto

You came, you went

My mind it got a dent

I couldn't make my rent

'cause all my cash was lent

This town is filled

With thousand-dollar-bills

Laminated songs

Contaminated lawns

Well we eat about fifteen times a day

Starin' through a bag of frito-lay

And I play with the fire in the stove

When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

Well it's real and it's fake

And it's flamin' like a steak

And she's puttin' out my face with the rake

Oh honey you knew

That you were my one and only blur

Unglued, depressed

The meatloaf in my chest

Personality test

I failed with the best

And I stomped and I stormed

And I passed out in your dorm

Then you hustled me outside

I couldn't catch a ride

But the subway trains speak to me now

I'm browsing through the supermarket town

And the girls don't talk when I'm around

And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong

Chokin' on a breathmint

That's cool

Yeah, that's cool

(........stuck out here in the sand, they shot my mule and burned my wagon--

Ran out of sourdough 2 days ago; ain't got no more lard. God bless you folks...)