This town is full of pigeons and all of them look like you

You who shit on the ground

I kissed your lips and it tasted like your ex-boyfriend

The amusement park I built for you, I tore it down

Continue with your Michael Nesmith fantasies

Since you've been away, you seem more like Peter Tork to me

Operator, disconnect me please

I wrote this song for you when things were wrong

And it's you who shit on the ground

The song list covers your whole life story

One can read 'you're a wreck', 20 'I'm so sorry's

11 without regret

No one wants to hear your elegant trinity

You said I talked too much about myself

When I stopped talking about you

I never let you in 'cause I'd enough shit in my room

Someday I'll be much older, but still not as old as you

Ms. Marcie Brenham, you're such an elitist bitch

I got to thinkin' that you were a-leavin'

With a picture of a white horse dick under your arms

I fell for your games, but I know that they were just that

Now that I've won, I'll throw you out like the cat

Operator, disconnect me, yeah

I wrote this song for you when things were wrong

And it's you who shit on the ground

Your shit on the ground