[originally recorded by teenage jesus and the jerks,
Lyrics by lydia lunch]
The leaves are dead
The door?s always closed
The garbage screams at my feet
I want to be alone
The sand has washed away
The sea it must have ate it
The cement glows grey
And I begin to like it
The dishes are cracked
The forks are plastic
The food is in cellophane
And I puke elastic