We only love the truth 
Keep healthy 
Stay loose 
No illusions 
No shit 
Get ready 
To retrofit 
This bucolic 
Tiny town 
Razed to the lawns 
Brung down 
It ain't murder 
Or abuse 
It's bliss just like a weekend in the sticks 

And I grieve 
And I fret 
And I pace 
And I forget 
Helpless, hapless woe 
It just comes and goes 
It ain't gonna stay 
Gotta get away