The cash machine is blue and green
For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luckAll my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back newWe want a good life with a nose for things
The fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering
I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue
Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back newI'm down on my hands and knees
Every time I hear a doorbell ring
I shake like a toothache
Every time I hear myself singAll my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back newI would like to salute
The ashes of American flags
And all the fallen leaves
Filling up shopping bags
Songwriters
TWEEDY, JEFFREY SCOTT/BENNETT, JAYPublished by
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