im a meloncollie clown
in this over priced hobo town
just looking for a manger to put my baby in

and all the while the air is sticky
cant make a choice
im way too picky
..masterbation doesnt count if you dont get off

stumbled into the deserted candy shop
full of stoned children and soda pop
spending my last dime on a diabetic coma

i dont count sheep when i cant sleep
radio clouding my brain with noise pollution
go to your doctor he has the solution
and dont look so dissapointed
when i have resolution

jeolousy leaves a tart taste in your mouth
black clouds/fallen ash
midnight reruns of army green M*A*S*H
lifes not always a paper back book

so i wake up this morning with east coast bitterness behind me now,
no more corn to shuck, fields to "plow"
just busy intersections with aimless people singing "Hey Jude"
sometimes they're pleasant
but mostly they're rude

you learn to cope with the every day melodrama
and when i cant...
call up mama
let he tell me the daily Gossip
sister marcy spell's down in the back
she's peeling potatoes out of the old country sack
and she sure could sue my help from time to time

when am i coming home they always ask?
find me a home and i'll go to it
id like to say
bite my tongue, show some respect
smile real pretty dont neglect
those darling manners

bear your soul but make sure you dont show too much skin
embrace them but dont let them in
only trust yourself
because when things go down and your chi is worth approximately .15 cents of happiness
its only yourself that can bring you back up

the desire that runneth over in your cup
over priced i tells ya

but what is the price of freedom

cant be found in my back pocket

or around my neck

in my heart shaped locket

so i guess it really doesnt have a price

luck of the draw

roll of the dice

walk around with the blues

equipped with coffee cups and clown shoes

keep passing in the fast lane

no messiahs

and those hobos

they dont ride trains