The dream is dying harder than
ever before,
The fire has gone out, and now
I’m frozen for ever more,
Why don’t you love me anymore?
Why don’t you realize the
error of your ways?
Who’s gonna suffer all of your
industrial accidents?
Who’s gonna scrape the flesh
out of the combine in your shed?
And every time you turn up
dead,
Who will hinder the
investigation
The way I do?
Now look, what you done to me,
Now I’m loitering outside the
high school
With a metal detector
And a tub of Vaseline
There’s a TV weather
personality inside of me,
And he cries every time it
starts to rain on your new car,
The one you bought to drive so
far
Away from my five day forecast
And my
Doppler radar
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