Now her paints are dry
And I looked outside
At the corner boys
Hey up

Where did you go?
I don't know
I went to see your pictures
I spread them across the floor

So this is where they are shown
They're probably saying to you
If you keep it up you'll be born
But you won't ever listen

I'll bet
Burnt out (?), grass scorched by the sun
The buildings remain
We will beat them all to dust

I'll bet
Pulled from a headless shell
That blinked on and off "hotel"
Now the nameless dwell

They hold your key and turn your knob
I'll bet
Will you say hello to my ma?
Will you pay a visit to her?

She was an artist just as you were
I'd have introduced you to her
She would take me out on Sundays
We'd go laughing through the garbage

She repaired legs like a doctor
On the kitchen chairs we sat on
She was unhappy just as you were
Unhappy just as you were

Unhappy just as you were
Unhappy just as you were

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Writer(s): DAVID MICHAEL NAVARRO, ERIC ADAM AVERY, PERRY FARRELL, STEPHEN ANDREW PERKINS