Mostly I'm scattered with castaway matter
The usual stuff that you see
Palm trees and babies and televised time
And occasional pieces of me

Once I was something but I can't remember
Whatever that something should be
Palm trees and babies and televised wind
And occasional pieces of me

I still have the hole where my heart was
And the head where my mind used to live
The rest of my ody was kidnapped by aliens
Who took everything I had to give

There's palm trees and milky machine guns
And sunsets that melt like a gem in the sea
Hours and hours of televised time
And occasional pieces of me

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Writer(s): CURT KIRKWOOD