...when you notice the stripes,
the dirt in your fries,
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony...
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called, but my head's to the wall and I'm lonely...
And if you took to me like a gull takes to the wind,
Well, I'd've jumped from my trees and I'd've danced like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would've fared well...