I'd like to move on down to Austin town

buy a purple house let the weeds grow out

livin on my own with my garden gnomes

they'd protect my home with their devil bones

I'd put a hydrant in to wash away the sin

of all my friends and we'd bathe in it

cause just like any song it's best to sing along

get the words all wrong with your lighter on

There'd be a rock n' roll band that was takin' a stand

and I'd give 'em a hand yeah a rock n' roll band

and there's a fountain pin with words within

I'd empty it yeah I'd bleed it to death

and there's a club downtown where the sign's ripped down

but they draw a crowd cause the music's loud

and we'd book a show turn our amps down low

cut the microphones so you'd listen close

And there's a scene I bet not written yet

where we're lyin' in bed and we count to ten

then we talk real free existentially

and we wouldn't breathe cause there'd be no need

and fall [bad word] to protect us from

the water guns and the summer sun

yeah life would be a symphony

of barking bees and falling trees

Some folks find that a life of crime

is due to too much time in an empty mine

well I disagree I find it hard to see

the hypocrisy of you and me

and there's a reason why that we'll never find

the other side

so I'll move on down to Austin town buy a purple house, let the weeds grow out