"Fortune"
                                             (written by Kristin Hersh)
                                              
                                             I left you cracking up in the East River
                                             Like some river devil
                                             Both cruel and unusual
                                             Thick with gold
And smoking my friend
                                             Under the wire again
                                             And by the way, you cost a fortune
                                             And by the way, you cast a shadow today
                                             I watched you crawling up through the leaf litter
                                             You don't seem to need to breathe
                                             Unlike us: oily, flimsy, cheap
                                             Thick with Wonderbread, my friend
                                             Under the weather again
                                             And by the way, you cost a fortune
                                             And by the way, you cast a shadow today
And by the way,
                                             you cost a fortune
And by the way, you cast a shadow today