i imagine god as a flightless crow in kansas city
squawking and picking bones
i hate the weather but i dont have a car
im walking to the city for a fix and a guitar
another week goes by
theres nothing on tv
but maury bitches and the kids next door keep bothering me
im out of coffee im all out of cigarettes i drank the bourbon i was hiding on the back of the shelf
i try to meet a girl but who gives a shit
youre better off alone than waiting all day by the phone
la la la, theres someone knocking on the door sitting with the lights acting like theres nobody home
hey sister, are you all alone?
i took some pills and ran to the medicine man
i fell asleep last night to the dial tone
call me anytime, 1-900-LUV-LINE
tell me, sell me things i want to hear
baby your the one for me, cash or credit honey?
i love the things you whisper in my ear
if youve got a dollar per minute we can be lovers