And I’m at the 7-11 debating breakfast in tinfoil
And I got the hell out of there, took my coffee from the bake sale
Sat on the steps of the church and then service let out
And then the man with the camera said, “Boy you’ll have to leave, the bride’s coming down”
Brushing the rice out of my hair
Letting love disaster in the distance
I guess I been there before and I sort of got bored
So I made a line through the city
She learned me and then she did me
And then she laughed at my arms and said, “Boy your arms, they were never meant to hold me”
Go fly around with fadeout wings
Flame out you flyboy
How could you?
Go bounce around
Check new surrounds
Get gone, go run but don’t never learn from what you’ve done
Sitting in the corner of the room pretending certain things never happened
Or tram into town, kicking around
At night I thought it would get easy but the creatures they’ve got the keys to me
And then the girl with the yellow hair said, “Boy your eyes, it’s been a while since they’ve seen me”