some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
  and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar
  and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets
  under a sign that says grand opening
  while my dog is waiting in the car
    i wake up, i check out
  i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean
  then i'm back out on the highway
  and BANG that's when i remember my dream:
    we were standing in a garden
  and i had a machine that made silence
  it just sucked up the whole opinionated din
  and there were no people on the payroll
  and there were no monkeys on our backs
  and i said, show me what you look like
  without skin
    science chases money
  and money chases its tail
  and the best minds of my generation
  can't make bail
  but the bacteria are coming to take us down
  that's my prediction
  it's the answer to this culture
  of the quick fix prescription
    but in the garden of simple
  where all of us are nameless
  you were never anything but beautiful to me
  and, you know, they never really owned you
  you just carried them around
  and then one day you put 'em down
  and found your hands were free
    so now it's early in the morning
  at the longitude of memphis
  and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong
  and the big plan is just to keep spinning
  cuz the big bang is only just beginning
  and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on
    and what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya
  which means i've been thinking of you
  all along