cheech

MODESTO

you came, you went
my mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
cuz all my cash was lent

this town is filled
with thousand dollar bills
laminated songs
contaminated lawns
we'll eat about fifteen times a day
staring through a bag of frito-lay
and I play with the fire in the stove
when my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

well it's real and it's fake
and it's flaming like a steak
and she's putting out my face with the rake
oh honey you knew
that you were
my one and only blur

unglued
depressed
the meatloaf in my chest
personality test
I failed with the best

and I stomped and I stormed
and I passed out in your dorm
then you hustled me outside
I couldn't catch a ride

but the subway trains speak to me now
I'm browsing through the supermarket towns
and the girls don't talk when I'm around
and I'm feeling bad even though nothing's wrong

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oh, by the way, this is an old Beck song. I should've pointed that out. It is one of my all-time favorite country songs...and it's on Flipside Records, the punk zine label.