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
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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
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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)
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Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row
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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
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Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder
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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
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Oh, picture that
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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
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Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
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Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There's no such thing as being too greedy