the cash machine is blue and green
for a hundred in 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
this machine begs for luck
all my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I want a good life with a nose for things
a fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering
a hole without a key if I break my tongue
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
everytime the doorbell rings
I shake like a toothache when 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 falling leaves filling up shopping bags
(Extraída del álbum "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" / NONESUCH - 2002)
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