I want to be a debt collector Just so I could let you get off debt free Just so I could let you run away with me I don’t wanna love no more, no more I don’t wanna love no more I don’t wanna love no more, no more I don’t wanna love no more Fuck your hate Let it die on the linoleum floor And fuck your hate Let it be sold off in the store And if the world tries to make you a whore You don’t have to take it no more You don’t have to take it no more You don’t have to take it no more Cuz you can love You can love anyone you want And you can cry You can cry any time you want And you can feel You can feel as real as you are You can feel as real as you are You can feel as real as you are Cuz you are real You’re the real deal that I see Cuz you are real You’re the real deal that I see I am gonna try to love some more I am gonna try to love I am gonna try to love some more I am gonna try to love I’ve seen thin and I’ve seen tons I’ll make daughters and I’ll make sons And it’s all because of you I’ll trim my hair and I’ll shave my beard And I’ll cut my nails right down to there I’ll dress up good for you I’ve been burned and I’ve been dumped I’ve been replaced and I’ve been bumped But I’ll never do that to you Oh my child Won’t you stay a while Oh my mother Won’t you beat all my monsters from my dreams I spoked the speak and I walked the walk But didn’t leave time for us to talk But when you call me it seems much better I’ve pushed away and then wanted more I’ve moved around but still am a bore But I think I’ll stick around with you I’ll bring the moon, you can bring the sun Heat up our day, we can have some fun Oh I think I’ve fallen for you

Well there is a long haired child With acid eyes and a mundane job And a girl in his bed And sounds in his head And paint on his hand And a… Hospital bills, bad chills Fruit flies in the sky Old death going to make you die Beer for breakfast, mold for dinner God in a basket And a toothpick for a sinner Check it out

I want to glow in the dark Or be a hologram I want to be the shame of A cheap marketing scam I want to be the shame I want to be the shame Or the one who’s to blame

I ain’t got no gas So I can’t drive away I ain’t got no money Cuz I haven’t worked for weeks I ain’t got no mind Because it’s soaked in wine and beer I ain’t got no heart Cuz I fucked it up so it can’t beat Scrounge through the pantry For a bite to eat There ain’t nothing but ice cubes And moldy hot dog rolls Pull out the old guitar and blues Cuz if there ain’t food the body There’s food for the soul If you got a soul