And I’m at the 7-11 debating breakfast in tinfoil   And I got the hell out of there, took my coffee from the bake sale   Sat on the steps of the church and then service let out   And then the man with the camera said, “Boy you’ll have to leave, the bride’s coming down”   Brushing the rice out of my hair   Letting love disaster in the distance   I guess I been there before and I sort of got bored   So I made a line through the city   She learned me and then she did me   And then she laughed at my arms and said, “Boy your arms, they were never meant to hold me”   Go fly around with fadeout wings   Flame out you flyboy   How could you?   Go bounce around   Check new surrounds   Get gone, go run but don’t never learn from what you’ve done   Sitting in the corner of the room pretending certain things never happened   Or tram into town, kicking around   At night I thought it would get easy but the creatures they’ve got the keys to me   And then the girl with the yellow hair said, “Boy your eyes, it’s been a while since they’ve seen me”