"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