Jagermeister Pie

You came, you went

My mind it got a dent

I couldn't make my rent

'Cos all my cash was lent



This town is filled

With thousand-dollar-bills

Laminated songs

Contaminated lawns



Well, we eat about fifteen times a day

Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay

And I play with the fire in the stove

When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold



Well, it's real and it's fake

And it's flamin' like a steak

And she's puttin' out my face with the rake

Oh, honey you knew that you were my one and only blur



Unglued, depressed

The meatloaf in my chest

Personality test

I failed with the best



And I stomped and I stormed

And I passed out in your dorm

Then you hustled me outside

I couldn't catch a ride



But the subway trains speak to me now

I'm browsing through the supermarket town

And the girls don't talk when I'm around

And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong



Chokin' on a breath-mint

That's cool

Yeah, that's cool