Lunch special
Koreatown
Cuban fried bananas
Lazy, flawed & hopeless
All our cars
Are rusted through
TVs in the garbage
Lazy, flawed & hopeless
Fame and Fortune
Were caught up in the game
I love the smell
Of asphalt in the rain
When my days
Have come and gone
Lay down with my blanket
Lazy, flawed & hopeless
Load me on
An aeroplane
Point me towards the tropics
Lazy, flawed & hopeless
Lazy, flawed & hopeless