The cash machine is blue and greenFor a hundred in twenties and a small service feeI could spend three dollars and si
xty-three centsOn Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettesI wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuckHow hot and sor
rowful, this machine begs for luckAll my lies are always wishesI know I would die if I could come back newI want a good li
fe with a nose for thingsthe fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my sufferingA hole without a key if I break my tongueOh, spe
aking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?All my lies are always wishesI know I would die if I could come back newI'm down
on my hands and kneesevery time a doorbell ringsI shake like a toothachewhen I hear myself singAll my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back newI would like to salutethe ashes of American flagsAnd all the fallen leavesfill
ing up shopping bags