Writing letters to my frenz

Telling them all about split ends

Watching flowers hit the floor

Why can't he see, there's so much more



Four of one, twenty of another

It's all the same to me brother

Never know these days mother

I might still be your lover (yeah)



Nothing else is so obscene as

coffee beans and smoke machines

Take your daughter for a ride

Let her know you're on her side



Guess there's no words can beat

The Sunday treat where rigamortis meat

Wish you never found your feet

Sniffing tow jams really neat



Writing letters to my frenz

Telling them all about split ends