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.