The cash machine is blue and green   For a hundred in 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, this machine begs for luck      All my lies are always wishes   I know I would die if I could come back new      I want a good life with a nose for things   The fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering   A hole without a key if I break my tongue   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 a doorbell rings   I shake like a toothache   When 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