Lyrics

I’m so fed up with my pathetic life
Don’t have no children I’m nobody’s wife
I’ve been in the basement watching all the TV
Something occurred to me I don’t think I like me

Packed up my bags and I got on a plane
Going to the desert ain’t comin’ back again
If you need to reach me there won’t be a way
Dancing in the bad lands God damn I think I’ll stay

I found a handsome man refrigerator shrine
I got a hundred records each one for a dime
I caught a blue eyed boy I’m gonna make him mine
Last time I checked runnin’ off still ain’t no crime

No one will miss me no one will cry
They won’t even get word on the day I die

Packed up my bags and I got on a plane
Going to the desert ain’t coming back again
If you need to reach me there won’t be a way
Dancing in the bad lands God damn I think I’ll stay

I found a handsome man refrigerator shrine
I got a hundreds records each one for a dime
I caught a blue eyed boy I’m gonna make him mine
Last time I checked runnin’ off still ain’t no crime