Idiot job 203   Newspapers shoot their letters at me   I'm alone at last with every other me   Guardian help me, angel shoot   All you ghosts stand by and salute   And explain:      Why is everything so locked up?      Lake is empty, lake is full   People say it's a push and pull   I know I did the wrong mistake again.   Guardian help me, angel shoot   All you ghosts stand by and salute   And explain:      Why is everything so locked up?      I don't blame it on the front row   don't blame it on them ruin glass   don't blame it on the signal   don't blame it on the steering wheel   don't blame it on the logbooks      'Cause I know they stray   Like all the cars in NY   Like all the lights on New Year   Like all these gloomy planets   You know they stay         Anyway.