No one needs to tell me how to get get get down
But won’t somebody show me how to get back up?
I thought about killing my landlord, but he was pretty nice
Instead, I paid my rent on time as often as I could
I’ve been making strange friends in the desert; they love Jesus and America too
It ain’t as bad as it sounds, someday I’ll explain it to you
It’s not that I mind sleeping all alone in the grass
It’s just that I’ve been dreaming since…well, maybe i ain’t woke up yet
But nothing’s been quite the same since you shot yourself
I don’t know if you believe in ghosts,I hope you’d haunt me if you were one
I’ve been trying not to steal from everybody I know but so far that’s impossible!
But here in the desert, somehow I hope that someday it won’t be that way for me
No it won’t be that way for me anymore