That fine fever brought us here...

Lambasted eyeballs...

When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh...

What a gut pageant, we could play for hours...

What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...

You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street...

Just kidding...

You don't have to go...

I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home...

Why 4 a.m.'s so screwy...

He says "Sleep through it"...

What a gut pageant, we could play for hours...

What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...

Not too special not too strange...

Just the way I like 'em...

You find an empty promise and stick by it...

Not too pretty not too sweet...

Just the way I like you...

When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...

Tell me another one...

I could sit for hours...

When anyone laughs I know I'm a coward...

When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...