I don't need a reservation      To inhabit my own station      Honey St. is hard to swallow      But I got orders to follow      From a higher legislation            CHORUS      Reason's got no reason to be here      We don't operate in your tri-mensional sphere      There's nothing like isolation       When you're singing for salvation      But to be solo(w) is just that.            Dirt is not an opposition      To our ________ coalition      Maturity is not our style      Like junkyards to grow wild      Not a standard transmission            CHORUS            It's a 3:00am religion      Soulitude---a group decision      Sucrose levels pop the roof      And humor brews at 180 proof       When friends become pigeons.            Keep your problems to yourself.      Let them bother no one else       And we can live freely      In piles of dirt paintings and profanity      And if you need to speak to me       I will be hidden safely      In my underground cavern of sleep and humidity      So pass the dust and dusty relics       Reflecting the past      When someone asks you how you are      Theres only one answer for them      And it goes: I'm doin' alright      Did I mention that I'm broke?