I believe
If you wanted to leave you would
Seek relief
You would seek to alleviate
Sell your house to the banker
Grab your tchotchkes and papers too
Get the hell out of madison
All the dirt you wander through
Go and call the accountant
Grab your dope and your shelltoe shoes
Fax it off to your lawyer
All the dirt you wander through
All of you
Floats down flatbush avenue
All run through
With all the weight of all you knew
Nobody likes you
Nobody you like likes you now
