Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces
Wonderin' why their bodies go to silly places
Walkin' past the carpet mills looking in and takin' stills
Your [bad word] it draws me in like a Bermuda highway

Oh, don't carve me out, don't let your silly dreams
Fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall
Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement
Snoozing in cobwebs and the cement

Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame
Maybe I'm to blame for his short bitter [bad word] up life