| It's irregular and it sure won't pay | |
| but say naught 'til you got something to say | |
| So I live for forty minutes a day | |
| Can I have that? | |
| The biggest kick you ever got | |
| was paying out on dinosaur rock | |
| and said with every prehistoric thought | |
| you can stain | |
| For every door that's been closed | |
| there's another of your friends you can dose | |
| While your brains seem to speak through your clothes | |
| And for every handshake that'll pay | |
| there's another motherfuck who'll complain | |
| that to keep a legal dose is so lame | |
| Are you stray? | |
| Those born with gold with weary souls | |
| Should eat their young and die | |
| Are you stray? |