The cash machine is blue and green For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty three cents on diet cocacola And unlit cigerettes I wonder why We listen to poets When nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful This machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I want a good life with a nose for things A fesh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering A hole without a key if I break my tongue Speaking of tomorrow How will it ever come All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache When I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the falling leaves filling up shopping bags