Eugene. It's an American sea
You see it's me and we,
and we need some goddamn trees
of the north sea variety.
Just a dime bag*, if you please
And ease me in to sweet release.
Ah
A dime bag ain't that much.
But it'll get me through the day.
Cos you know you'll end up, it's A.OK
So say and see to the smile DA**
We're going on a walk today
Not to where the deer and the antelope play
We're going way down to your good town,
And pick up my girl Mary Jane
Mary Jane, Mary Jane
Cos there's a hole in the wall
Where you stick your gold
And inside there's a man, I'm told.
Sells cigarettes for 50 cents,
Yes he sells cigarettes for 50 cents.
Ain't got no love for the radio station.
Gotta rise above,
with the new communication
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Listen to me
I ain't gonna compromise
My state of mind don't need no schoolin'
Up in these brains of mine
Gotta break from television (tel-evasion)
Gotta reinvent the wheel
Sweet Jesus, no I'mma break my soul
Before these dreams turn real
And Jim Croce just said New York was not his home
Now I'm here and I'm so alone.
Annie, I'm a bastard for what I did to you
And I'd take it back at the drop of a hat,
If I wanted to.
If I wanted to, I do.
I ain't gonna neglect this desire of mine
I gotta dish on civilisation
I gotta crucify my mind
Gotta break from what my mama said.
All the Dogma that she talks.
Jesus said he'll come back one day.
I sure hope not.