Toss me a breath, when you hold me down,

Hot like a razor on my face

Something's growing that don't help me now,

Paging the doctor just in case

Low and behold, things are killing me,

Silly expectation of a dream

Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair,

Boys are gonna hate the way I seem

Day old, day old, day old,

Day old, day old, day old blues

Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling,

Feels like a fast or homeless sleep

At least there's a record that I love to play,

Dreaming about a place I'll never see

Betty, Betty, Annie is praying,

Baby with a man like lung

Smell her crying fighting back a fever

Mad as hell give up