Letter From An Occupant

I'm told the eventual downfall

is just a bill from the restaurant.

You told me I could order the moon, babe,

just as long as I shoot what I want.



What the last ten minutes have taught me:

bet the hand that your money's on.

Where the hell have the '70s brought me?

You trade me away long gone.



For the love of a god, you say,

not a letter from an occupant.



The time that your enemy gives you,

good times are not the ones you want.

I cried five rivers on the way here,

which one will you skate away on?



The tune you'll be humming forever,

all the words are replaced and wrong,

with a shower of yeahs and whatevers,

you trade me away long gone.



For the love of a god, you say,

not a letter from an occupant.



Where have all the sensations gone? (x4)

It's the song, the song, the song that's shaking me.