i am sick of bullshitting, i want to get my hands dirty
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waiting for a ride by the exxon-mobil sign
the ghosts are out in the cemetery but i don’t mind
there’s a cold wind blowin, i button up my coat
yeah i can’t help it, i don’t believe you
i don’t got time for that now
oh the question comes into my head
why get outta bed
oh there’s nothing here
that keeps me up right now
but still i don’t believe
in any of my dreams
my body’s on the dishes
my heart’s in the microwave
i got a sadness the size of kansas
in my way
oooo
waiting for a ride, i count my quarters and dimes
grab a bottle of coke yeah, get myself on line
the car’s pullin in yeah, i hop in the back
yeah i can’t help it, i don’t believe you
i don’t got time for that now
oh the question comes into my head
why get outta bed
oh there’s nothing here
that keeps me up right now
but still i don’t believe
in any of my dreams
my body’s on the dishes
my heart’s in the microwave
i got a sadness the size of kansas
in my way