I'll stick to the mailman
  I'm pinned against a pot plant
  I'm sick of all the sun-tan
  oily with the ray-ban
    take that to the bank and call it a check
  masked without a weapon
    I'm skinny as a spit pan
  dealing with the shit plan
  just another rock band
    take that to the man
  and call it a check
  trapped within a contract
    hey there boy while you were catching the black widow
  the rest of us were watching melrose
  I wanna swim in the wattershed
  I wanna listen to the flowerhead
  I lost a gallon and still I bled
  I keep on thinking I get ahead
    pissed at all the disc jam
  pissed about the 5-ham
  pissed about the green state
  I miss it and I can't wait
    hey man, can't you tell it's still a problem?
  see you at the devil's tower