Hot motel Stuffy inside I know well These eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of thecity Magazine and diet coke I'm not a joke This is me Damaged leg Plastic cups Linen mart Rock garden Where I used to play People stare Part of their day Lunch at noon Pumpernickel steak Green and orange room Done my list I Make my way To help my mother parking lot We roll on out We got a lot We're on our way Roll the windows down And scream out loud We're tired now Take it home Stop on the way To the bakery For some fruit and cake Home I lay After a shower clean I hit my head And I dream