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Holt Boulevard, between Gary and White

Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge, set ourselves up for the night

Carpenter ants in the dresser, flies in the screen

It will be too late by the time we learn what these cryptic symbols mean

And I dreamt of a house

Haunted by all you tweakers with your hands out

And the headstones climbed up the hills

And the headstones climbed up the hills

Send somebody out for soda, comb through the carpet for clues

Reflective tape on our sweatpants, big holes in our shoes

Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more

Laugh lines on our faces, scale maps of the ocean floor

And I dreamt of a camera

Pointing out from inside the television

And the aperture yawning and blinking

And the headstones climbed up the hills

If anybody comes to see me

Tell 'em they just missed me by a minute

If anybody comes into our room while we're asleep

I hope they incinerate everybody in it

And I dreamt of a factory

Where they manufactured what I needed

Using shiny new machines

And the headstones climbed up the hills