The cash machine is blue and green
for a bundle of twenties and a small service fee
i could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
on diet coca-cola and unlit cigarettes
i wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck
how hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes
i know i would die if i could come back new
We want a good life with a nose for things
the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering
i'm a hole without a key if i break my tongue
oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes
i know i would die if i could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees
every time i hear a doorbell ring
i shake like a toothache
every time i hear myself sing
All my lies are only wishes
i know i would die if i could come back new
I would like to salute
the ashes of american flags
and all the fallen leaves
filling up shopping bags