In a paperback loft
with peeling yellow paint
She's learning now that caffeine stains
and if you smile too long you break

Tying up the sunday trash
with a wire and a weekly rut
living out the fashion times
with a name you can always trust

And they glide over marble tiles
covered in those sweet suburban smiles
Ice Fishing for a bride groom
with some bait and a ball and chain

And she's tired of going out
and of stylish rugburns
and of sugar malted glee

Plastic kids and electric yard
made with credit cards
and a picture framed disease

Flourescent lights on linoleum floors
computer screens and revolving doors
electric eyes and a vinyl forehead
and a smile to make Jesus pro