The Cash Machine Is Blue And Green

For A Bundle Of Twenties And A Small Service Fee

I Could Spend Three Dollars And Sixty-three Cents

On Diet Coca-Cola And Unlit Cigarettes

I Wonder Why We Listen To Poets When Nobody Gives A Fuck

How Hot And Sorrowful, The Machine Begs For Luck



All My Lies Are Always Wishes

I Know I Would Die If I Could Come Back New



We Want A Good Life With A Nose For Things

The Fresh Wind And Bright Sky To Endure My Suffering

I'm A Hole Without A Key If I Break My Tongue

Oh, Speaking Of Tomorrow, How Will It Ever Come?



All My Lies Are Always Wishes

I Know I Would Die If I Could Come Back New



I'm Down On My Hands And Knees

Every Time I Hear A Doorbell Ring

I Shake Like A Toothache

Every Time I Hear Myself Sing



All My Lies Are Only Wishes

I Know I Would Die If I Could Come Back New



I Would Like To Salute

The Ashes Of American Flags

And All The Fallen Leaves

Filling Up Shopping Bags