I could be living the quiet life I could be hooking on the right side of night But I'm a bummed out, shy, embarrassed exhibitionist I've been analyzed a thousand times I've been baptized, that's for sure But I take advice from alchemists and mentalists I've just been looking for direction Towards a natural way of getting high I'm a predictor of future styles See, I'm a real post-modern guy I like to codify, like to blur out the lines I pay tribute to pseudo-signs I'm a soul searcher, that's for sure Got a degree in psychology and listen to economists I could be picking through the rubbish Of the high class palomino heights, yeah Could be collecting up the benefits Of the run-off waste of the night, oh They like my fogged-eye and rolled-up shoe But they'll bury my heart if I let them So I shade down my shine, get my head right Get myself out of sight With my long-gone ankle and blowed out thumb It gets hard to bum rides when your thumbs go numb I'm a shy exhibitionist in garbage time When I can keep people occupied through the night Alright