I hear you've got a pocket full of words
 That you keep in the garage
 Together with the feather and the fireworks
 surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden
 Where the neon-lighted [bad word] glasses bloom
 And they built you a model airplane
 Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field
 Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India
 "Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I [bad word] over?"

 You can do what you want
 In umbilical town
 In a waterfront bar

 Old gap-toothed Annie was a friend of mine
 The third time around she was born again
 She must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars
 In the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold
 And there ain't no consolation prize
 There is no backdoor to innocence
 Just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten
 "Hey, the money's gone, I'm broken, could I [bad word] over?"

 You can do what you want
 In umbilical town
 In that waterfront bar

 I've been dreaming we were born together
 I've been thinking about it
 'Been lurking backstreets-kicking down alleyways
 I've been thinking about it
 How it's always worse than it appears
 Raskolnikov's out on the stairs
 Howling at the man in the moon
 They say he lost control
 Between the suburbs and the barrio
 Tired from too much too soon
 Now the air is thick [bad word] 
 We're always on the way
 So I [bad word] in the only life I know

 Well you can do what you want
 In umbilical town
 At the waterfront bar
 In umbilical town
 You can do what you want
 You can do what you want
 You can do what you want