Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail Tossing away your last cigarette Picture your finger pushing the doorbell Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat ♪ Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo Picture the Casbah, picture Japan Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan ♪ Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains Picture a leader with no fucking brains No fucking brains, no fucking brains No fucking brains, no fucking brains (No fucking brains, no fucking brains) (No fucking brains, no fucking brains) ♪ Follow me filming myself at the show On a phone from a seat in the very front row ♪ Follow Miss Universe catching some rays Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay Picture a seat on a private plane Picture your feet nailed to the floor Picture a crew who are clearly insane Picture no windows, picture no doors ♪ Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada To follow the dream gets harder and harder ♪ Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding Picture her boiling some water for tea Picture the kids climbing into the backseat Picture my hand turning the key ♪ Oh, picture that ♪ Picture the dog in the pickup ahead Picture the tree at the side of the road Picture my hands growing steadily colder Colder, colder Colder, colder Colder, colder Colder, colder ♪ Follow me down to a place by the river Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver ♪ Why so weedy, so fucking needy There's no such thing as being too greedy