Sometimes I Think Of All The Places Where I Don't
Wanna Go
Then I Think Of All The Things That I Don't Wanna Do
And When I Think Of All The People That I Don't Wanna
Meet
I Close My Eyes And Go To Sleep

Tully, Baby, You're Trapped Behind Your Golden Bars
I'm The Prince Of Poverty Hangin' Out In Bars
Your Life's A Mercedes, A Mansion With A Pool
My Life's On A Bus Stop Just Waiting For Some Fuel

Your Obviousness Disgusts Me I See Thru Your Macho
Lies
I'll Fight Everything You Stand For
There's Something In Your Purse Baby, My Head Is
Getting Sore
Maybe What We Had Was Just Green Corn