let`s go hang out in a mall, or a morgue,
a smorgasboard
let`s go hang out in a church
we`ll go find lurch
then we`ll haul ass down through the abbey

is it money, is it fame
what`s in a name, shame?
is it money, is it fame
or were they always this lame?

it`s a crazy, crazy mixed up town
but it`s the rattlesnake i fear
in another place, in another time
i`d be drivin` trucks my dear
i`d be skinnin` hunted deer
deer

let`s go hang out in a bar
it`s not too far
we`ll take my car
we`ll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white
the sinner`s saint
the rack is full and so are we
of laughing gas and ennui