I& apos; d like to move on down to Austin town
Buy a purple house let the weeds grow out
Livin on my own with my garden gnomes
They& apos; d protect my home with their devil bones
I& apos; d put a hydrant in to wash away the sin
Of all my friends and we& apos; d bathe in it
Cause just like any song it& apos; s best to sing along
Get the words all wrong with your lighter on
There& apos; d be a rock n& apos; roll band that was takin& apos; a stand
And I& apos; d give & apos; em a hand yeah a rock n& apos; roll band
And there& apos; s a fountain pin with words within
I& apos; d empty it yeah I& apos; d bleed it to death
And there& apos; s a club downtown where the sign& apos; s ripped down
But they draw a crowd cause the music& apos; s loud
And we& apos; d book a show turn our amps down low
Cut the microphones so you& apos; d listen close
And there& apos; s a scene I bet not written yet
Where we& apos; re lyin& apos; in bed and we count to ten
Then we talk real free existentially
And we wouldn& apos; t breathe cause there& apos; d be no need
And fall would come to protect us from
The water guns and the summer sun
Yeah life would be a symphony
Of barking bees and falling trees
Some folks find that a life of crime
Is due to too much time in an empty mine
Well I disagree I find it hard to see
The hypocrisy of you and me
And there& apos; s a reason why that we& apos; ll never find
The other side
So I& apos; ll move on down to Austin town buy a purple house, let the weeds grow out