Picture That

Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail

Tossing away your last cigarette

Picture your finger pushing the doorbell

Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat

Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo

Picture the casbah, picture Japan

Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger

Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan

Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws

Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores

Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains

Picture a leader with no fucking brains

Follow me filming myself at the show

On a phone from a seat in the very front row

Follow Miss Universe catching some rays

Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay

Picture a seat on a private plane

Picture your feet nailed to the floor

Picture a crew who are clearly insane

Picture no windows, picture no doors

Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada

To follow the dream gets harder and harder

Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding

Picture her boiling the water for tea

Picture the kids climbing into the backseat

Picture my hand turning the keys

Oh, picture that...

Picture the dog in the pickup ahead

Picture the tree at the side of the road

Picture my hands growing steadily colder

Follow me down to a place by the river

Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver

Why so weedy, so fucking needy

There's no such thing as being too greedy