[Verse 1]

I'm not a ladies' man, I'm a land mine

Filming my own fake death

Under an '88 Cavalier, I go

But-but-but-but, nothing but the rear bumper's blown

But I was born for this flight

United 955 on the Fifth of July

Back to SFO, I

I join the dark side

In a thin disguise

On consumer grade video at night

[Verse 2]

Faking suicide for applause

In the food courts of malls

And cursing racing horses on church steps

Playing The Wall at singles bingo

All-time gringo

Did anyone hear me cry there?

Through a toilet-stall divider

I swear, I care, not

[Verse 3]

Am I an example of a calculated birth

To a star chart for clowns? I'm not

Under Robin's eggs in a nest

You hid a manila envelope

With one last little Robin's egg in it

A hollow bullet yet spent

Subject to dismissal

I wish all my pitfalls

Could be caught by this call —

[Outro]

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