Your Ethos

Your Pathos

Your Porthos

Your Aramis

Your Brut Cologne

You're writing home

You are hopeless

Your hopelessness

Is rising around you, rising around you

You like it

It gives you something to do

In the day time

Hey buddy, you need a hobby

You are tired of moving forward

You think of the future

And secretly you piddle your pants

The puddle of piddle

Which used to be little

Is rising around you, rising around you

You like it

It gives you something to do

In the night time

Well, you travel to bars

You also go to Winchell's Doughnuts

And hang out with the Highway Patrol

Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place

You go toSharkey's to get that

American kind of pizza

That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow kind

Of yellow Cheese on the top...

Then you go to Straw Hat Pizza,

To get all of those artificial ingredients

That never belonged on a pizza in the first place

(But the white people really like it...)

Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything

Oh you'll give me your underpants

I hope these aren't yours, buddy...

They're very nice, though

You'll go to Santa Monica Boulevard,

You'll go to the Blue Parrot

No problem, you'll go anyplace

You'll do anything

Just so you can hang out with the others

The others just like you

Afraid of the future

(Death Valley Days, straight ahead)

The future is scary

Yes, it sure is

Well, the puddle is rising

It smells like the ocean

A body of water to isolate England

And also Reseda

The oil, in patches

All over Atlantis, Atlantis

You remember Atlantis

Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat,

Used to sing to you abo