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