The cash machine is blue and green For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new We want a good life with a nose for things The fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time I hear a doorbell ring I shake like a toothache Every time I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the fallen leaves Filling up shopping bags