Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't wanna go
  Then I think of all the things that I don't wanna do
  And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna meet
  I close my eyes and go to sleep
    Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
  I'm the prince of poverty hangin' out in bars
  Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
  My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
    Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho lies
  I'll fight everything you stand for
  There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore
  Maybe what we had was just green corn