I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive And i've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size Well i might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes We could pan handle on the side of the street In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat I could sell your body and you could sell mine If only we could find somebody to buy, it's over. Well we could find God and join a seminary If i was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy After all God pays pretty well, We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell We could get a job making $5.25 or $5.15 depending on which side of the State-line, on which we reside I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive I was drunk in the moment you left me And i'm surely still falling down stairs She says baby don't bother i've fallen for another And i ain't getting up again Well i've found myself back where i started And i've found myself one more good line She says baby don't bother you ain't never been a father Of an idea worth calling "alright" Ooh la la Remember those guys who lived under the bridge They were a band once but we all soon forgot How the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists They've got no fucking money, cause they would not write the hits