I'll stick to the mailman I'm pinned against a pot plant I'm sick of all the sun-tan oily with the ray-ban take that to the bank and call it a check masked without a weapon I'm skinny as a spit pan dealing with the shit plan just another rock band take that to the man and call it a check trapped within a contract hey there boy while you were catching the black widow the rest of us were watching melrose I wanna swim in the wattershed I wanna listen to the flowerhead I lost a gallon and still I bled I keep on thinking I get ahead pissed at all the disc jam pissed about the 5-ham pissed about the green state I miss it and I can't wait hey man, can't you tell it's still a problem? see you at the devil's tower