The cash machine is blue and green

For a hundred in 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 f**k

How hot and sorrowful this machine begs for luck

All my lies are always wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

I want a good life with a nose for things

Fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering

A hole without a key if I break my tongue

Speaking of tomorrow how will it ever come

All my lies are always wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

I'm down on my hands and knees every time the doorbell rings

I shake like a toothache when I hear myself sing

All my lies are only wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new

I would like to salute

The ashes of American flags

And all the fallen leaves

Filling up shopping bags