Not worth it? I'll try anyway.

I can't help but be vain.

The bhoddisatva of noise Walked thru the same Doors as the rest of us He was bringing a plate of food Pasta and baked potato To the guy behind the merch table Slid it off to the side While a girl in red silk Counted from a stack Of twenties and ones Smiled shyly at them both As she held a t-shirt to her chest He signed ticket stubs And shook hands Smiled and appreciated the same Compliments that he'll get Every night of this tour After that he walked away and waved To the line of kids Back at...

i met two girls on the corner of peachtree and 17th street in Atlanta the sweaty armpit of Moloch we were all waiting for the same thing they came from St Augustine and I came from Starland to see the band they were only sixteen and living seemed so easy for them we became close friends and I haven't seen either of them since...

I'm waiting for the plane that cuts thru sky with pure percision Toward the human suffering enclosed in towers of iron, Cages of red brick and vinyl, asphalt and wood Shop windows and phone booths Devestated by explosive waves of pure oxygen Channeled into urban tunnels running In every conveivable direction The home of miserable meat eating faces eagerly awaiting The sight of my unpleasant face Where I will be locked in the prison of my self I can't wait for the plane that will take me back ...

Yes, she's my bohemian girl Crafts and skirts Smoke and trances Midnight dances in bare flesh Dew-wet feet and Wine in the vines Lips on open bottles Love of wrong turns Down late night street light avenues Yes, she certainly is My bohemian girl