I'd like to move on down to Austin town
buy a purple house let the weeds grow out
livin on my own with my garden gnomes
they'd protect my home with their devil bones
I'd put a hydrant in to wash away the sin
of all my friends and we'd bathe in it
cause just like any song it's best to sing along
get the words all wrong with your lighter on

There'd be a rock n' roll band that was takin' a stand
and I'd give 'em a hand yeah a rock n' roll band
and there's a fountain pin with words within
I'd empty it yeah I'd bleed it to death
and there's a club downtown where the sign's ripped down
but they draw a crowd cause the music's loud
and we'd book a show turn our amps down low
cut the microphones so you'd listen close

And there's a scene I bet not written yet
where we're lyin' in bed and we count to ten
then we talk real free existentially
and we wouldn't breathe cause there'd be no need
and fall would come to protect us from
the water guns and the summer sun
yeah life would be a symphony
of barking bees and falling trees

Some folks find that a life of crime
is due to too much time in an empty mine
well I disagree I find it hard to see
the hypocrisy of you and me
and there's a reason why that we'll never find
the other side
so I'll move on down to Austin town buy a purple house, let the weeds grow out