Hope you liked your rein on fame
and made the best of all you had
Saved some pictures to remind the brain
of all the things you won't soon have
Kiss your friends goodbyewho knocked,
said hi,
we're really glad to meet you. This your party?
You hear that echo down your hall, that's all you
got now nothing more in all your glory
You've got lines on your mirror, your
gold razor cut
But that Winterland's wonder's cut more than it's top
The bank's got your number but you've got no phone
You're lucky in a way, by God, you've still got your nose
Now it's too late for your crying towel
There's just enough time to take a look around
Just find yourself, One Soft Piece of Ground
You've got fake friends with funny
tools
Plastic bullets, little spoons
Dollars rolled up like straw
Your mouth, it's rambling off a mile a minute
with your red, red nose just running in it
Let it go... let it go or just
Find yourself One Soft Piece of Ground
I do believe you're going down
One flat face fall, I see it now
A tumbling roll, a final bow
Find yourself One Soft Piece of Ground
You've got nothing no one here ain't
seen before
Nothing all that new to this town
Another all night party, diabetic pins galore
You're an open sewer in an already stinking town
You're poison ivy, a parasitic scrounge
Just find yourself One Soft Piece of
Ground | 
