let's go hang out in a mall
or a morgue
smorgasboard

let's go hang out at a church
we'll go find lurch
then we'll haul ass down through the abbey

is it money, is it fame
what's in a name, shame?

is it money, is it fame
or were they always this lame?

let's go hang out at a bar
it's not too far
we'll take my car

we'll lay flowers at the grave
of jesco white
the sinner saint

the rack is full and so are we
of laughing gas
and ennui

it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town
but it's the rattlesnake i fear
in another place, in another time
i'd be drivin' trucks my dear
i'd be skinnin' hunted deer

  - live, "rattlesnake"