Why don't I give you my pen
why don't you take my guitar
why don't you try and write a song
slide your music along my wet bar

unzip my case and
restring my heart
don't mind me
i await your slanted key

hey and I even hate raisins
so why don't you force feed
them to me?

drag me across the page
it's "scene one take you"
act out your love
act out your rage

slap a spit-stained cap
back on my head
shake me and light me
when my ink's not bled

use me like every one
in convenient packs of ten
my strings are now broken
they've run out of bend

and when you finally get bored
smash my capsule to bits
scatter my ashes across
the Le Brea Tar Pits

Chorus:

I'd like to be an attraction
that people pay to see
they can take off their shoes
and sink down alongside me


we can all be a mountain
sailing across life's sea
crashing to cold
losing our empathy

leaving the world to thrash
never paddling back
assuming in a blind eye
there's nothing left but black

because even that tomb's an attraction
millionaires win on TV
to explore her scattered depths
in a little yellow RV

so bubble jet for me
write the perfect eulogy
play this song well and
hell why don't you play me

there's a window of ugly
as far as my words, mind
and music can see

so wrap your fingers tightly
if you break me you bought me
just don't ever play me lightly

so now I'm your attraction
hope you got a good deal to see
c'mon, take off your shoes
sink down alongside me