sometimes i think of all the places i don t wanna go then i think of all the things that i never wanna do think of all the people that i don t wanna meet i close my eyes and go to sleep tully baby you re trapped behind your golden bars i m the prince of poverty i hang around in bars your life s a mercedes a mansion with a pool my life s like a bus stop just waiting for some fuel you disgust me i see through your macho lies i ll fight everything you stand for there s something in your purse babe my head s getting sore maybe what we had was just green corn1