[originally recorded by Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
lyrics by Lydia Lunch] 

The leaves are dead
The door's always closed
The garbage screams at my feet
I want to be alone 

The sand has washed away
The sea it must have ate it
The cement glows grey
And I begin to like it 

The dishes are cracked
The forks are plastic
The food is in cellophane
And I puke elastic