Hurry, they say the water's murky but at least it's cold
I'm caught sneaking into my deathbed of marigolds
This wasn't my first rodeo
If I could I would fight Jeff Bezos
I'm stuck
I spit
Out the window of my Alero
Wonder what kind of car Jeff's kids own
Omens in braille that you can't seem to feel
You're out of touch and you lost my mail
Rain sleet or hail
Rain sleet or hail
Now the dogs are licking their teeth at you
Free from the kennel and out of food
Not in the mood
But I need you