Green Corn

Sometimes I think of all the places I don't wanna go

Then I think of all the things I never wanna do

Think of all the people I never wanna meet

I close my eyes and I 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 on 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 baby, my head is getting sore

Maybe what we had was just green corn