shall we go west?
but Los Angeles is burning
shall we go south?
but they're dying in the streets,
in hospitals and
in town squares.

shall we go to the river?
we'll surely drown.
shall we go outside?
we'll catch our death
if the sun
doesn't get his
first.

One day on dry land
and on barren hillsides
under a nuclear fallout sky
we'll bite our wrists
and say we knew it
all
along.

I have a feeling that I disappointed you
I have a feeling that I let you down.
I didn't react the way you wanted
when you put it out there that one time.
What did you expect me to do?
I don't know the way you think,
but I think
that I could smell your pussy from four states away.

I've always been a booty call,
I've made peace with it,
but getting on a plane...
I mean,
that's one expensive slab of
bacon.