In a paperback loft

with peeling yellow paint

She's learning now that caffeine stains

and if you smile too long you break



Tying up the sunday trash

with a wire and a weekly rut

living out the fashion times

with a name you can always trust



And they glide over marble tiles

covered in those sweet suburban smiles

Ice Fishing for a bride groom

with some bait and a ball and chain



And she's tired of going out

and of stylish rugburns

and of sugar malted glee



Plastic kids and electric yard

made with credit cards

and a picture framed disease



Flourescent lights on linoleum floors

computer screens and revolving doors

electric eyes and a vinyl forehead

and a smile to make Jesus proud