No one needs to tell me how to get get get down But won’t somebody show me how to get back up? I thought about killing my landlord, but he was pretty nice Instead, I paid my rent on time as often as I could I’ve been making strange friends in the desert; they love Jesus and America too It ain’t as bad as it sounds, someday I’ll explain it to you It’s not that I mind sleeping all alone in the grass It’s just that I’ve been dreaming since…well, maybe i ain’t woke up yet But nothing’s been quite the same since you shot yourself I don’t know if you believe in ghosts,I hope you’d haunt me if you were one I’ve been trying not to steal from everybody I know but so far that’s impossible! But here in the desert, somehow I hope that someday it won’t be that way for me No it won’t be that way for me anymore