Another Dollar / Another Smoke (and one more drink)
I swear it's funny how we try not to think.
I had a fleeting thought inside about how beautiful the sky looked today.
It reminded me to watch what I say.
Yeah, it reminded me to mind what to say.

So a cloud passed by in the shape of a bumble bee,
Oh mother, my imagination is killing me.
That cloud turned angry and stung my on my shoulder
The weight is killing me.
Oh mother, my imagination is the death of me.

I got Ani DiFranco and Morrissey - they're living in my room
So poetic, their words express joy in gloom
I got Jesus Christ, the savior?  Didn't he die for these sins?
If there's any reason left to keep these silly thoughts within
Testify.