He sits on the street corner and lights a cigarette    I said my back’s dis-aligned, but I’m doing my best    I rode in a shopping cart down Main Street    And I can hear the tapping of all the people’s feet       I hucked a loogie down in basement of your house    You said, you asshole, I have to clean that now    But I’m so neurotic, I just can’t help myself    And you’re so erotic with that look on your face       I could be on TV    Cause I’m bursting at the seams    A mental revolution in me    You fucked up my dream       Truman Capote was a skinny man    And my all my best friends watch C-SPAN    I can do it, because I bite my nails    Politicians have emotion for sale       Doritos are crunchy, yogurt is not    Joey said a UFO sold him pot    Racecar backwards is the same thing    I really really really wish I knew how to sing       I could be in a magazine    Cause I’m bursting at the seams    A mental revolution in me    I fucked up my dream