Fruited Plain

case is empty case is full

making a case of the time we waste

saying who ain't chaste and who had

taste in school - when we was cool

pleated shirt pleated slacks pleadin'

please don't leave you can never leave

you must believe you'll lose steam on

the tracks and you'll be headin' back

makin' love makin' pain

raising hell raising cain

calming down keeping sane making

home in the land of the fruited plain

kicking ass taking names

taking time in hopes to find

a reason why i just don't feel ashamed

but it was all a game

checking in checking out

checking the first on who feels worse

about this curse

that's reversed us inside-out

guess you should check it out

CHORUS

even if we chose

i couldn't get rid of you

lost the number on that form

now didn't you

thought no one would notice

if i'd hidden you

feeling guilty feeling bad

feeling unappealing 'bout the wheeling

and the dealing love like mad

but it was all i had

staying in staying put

staying and praying

and weighing how far away

it'd be on foot if you weren't put