This is a play that takes place in a freezer
Count your blessings, it's far removed
From your group of peers
From your circle

Five little rooms, one for each of my husbands
One for each of my bride-grooms
And their prostitutes
And their children

Take a breath of the scenery
All this someday could be yours
Cross your heart, click your heels
And get the [bad word] away

All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours

Hold on a pole right next to a McDonald's
In a suburban shopping mall
At half mast again
Between shootings

All this could be yours, someday...