Saturn Youth
Cannonball Statman
My dog took a lot of LSD
And fell asleep, mysteriously
And none of my friends ever listen to me
When I say I need somebody
And the power's out;
The devil's living in your apartment
In the thunderstorm
In these coldest days
Riddled with anxiety
My band put out our new CD
But we're sick of the music industry;
All they wanna do is take our money
And the drummer's gone, he's on the run
You're locked out of your own apartment;
You're broke, tired, and hungry in America
You're dying alone in America