[originally recorded by teenage jesus and the jerks,

Lyrics by lydia lunch]

The leaves are dead
The door?s always closed
The garbage screams at my feet
I want to be alone

The sand has washed away
The sea it must have ate it
The cement glows grey
And I begin to like it

The dishes are cracked
The forks are plastic
The food is in cellophane
And I puke elastic