Walkin back to the burnin schoolhouse
And the kids drinkin in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me
And I dont mind bein afraid
Old man with no clothes
Leanin on my fence
Tell me where the money goes
And the food dont taste the same
Im gettin fast at being the last
You know I dont need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin flat on the road
And the helicopter goin by
And Im down to the sound
Of a sky turned brown
And Im lovin everything you say
I dont think its funny
When you shave both of my arms
Lately I been spittin out the things
That I didnt mean to say
But thats alright, now
You dont listen to me anyway