"Somewhere In America"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
I'm on my ass down on the lime grass
I don't move for anything
Jaded by bottom-feeders and your crappy car
A milky white tuxedo, toothpaste on your
cigar
We're hysterical,
somewhere in America
You're
hilarious, we're both cracking up
You're beautiful, I think we're making up now
Your detailed dream deflated, wilted like a balloon
Just like your life exploded
I blame me, too
I know it is sidewalk cold
This is a freak orgy, it's like a fantasy
This is lethargy, it's running away
I'm on my ass down on the lime grass
I don't move for anything
I don't remember you
Not the you that is prefude
This is a pearly white, this is a parasite
This forever-fight isn't going away
Our amorphous dream deflated,
We walk hand in hand
Headlights shining off your teeth,
And I'm not leaving sad
But it's an aphrodisiac and I'm an amnesiac
So I'm run over, but I'm a push-over
This is brutal, it's, it's running away
I'm on my ass down on the lime grass
I don't move for anything
