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 killin' 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 (Yeah)
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 alone in the grass
It's just that I've been dreaming since, well, maybe I ain't woke up yet
But nothin'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