The cash machine Is blue and green For a hundred in twenties And a small service fee I could spend three dollars And sixty-three cents On diet coca-cola And unlit cigarettes I wonder why We listen to poets When nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful This machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I want a good life With a nose for things A fresh wind and bright sky To enjoy my suffering A hole without a key If I break my tongue Speaking of tomorrow How will it ever come All my lies are always my wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache When I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the falling leaves Filling up shopping bags