Eugene

Eugene. It's an American sea

You see it's me and we,

and we need some goddamn trees

of the north sea variety.

Just a dime bag*, if you please

And ease me in to sweet release.

Ah

A dime bag ain't that much.

But it'll get me through the day.

Cos you know you'll end up, it's A.OK

So say and see to the smile DA**

We're going on a walk today

Not to where the deer and the antelope play

We're going way down to your good town,

And pick up my girl Mary Jane

Mary Jane, Mary Jane

Cos there's a hole in the wall

Where you stick your gold

And inside there's a man, I'm told.

Sells cigarettes for 50 cents,

Yes he sells cigarettes for 50 cents.

Ain't got no love for the radio station.

Gotta rise above,

with the new communication

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Listen to me

I ain't gonna compromise

My state of mind don't need no schoolin'

Up in these brains of mine

Gotta break from television (tel-evasion)

Gotta reinvent the wheel

Sweet Jesus, no I'mma break my soul

Before these dreams turn real

And Jim Croce just said New York was not his home

Now I'm here and I'm so alone.

Annie, I'm a bastard for what I did to you

And I'd take it back at the drop of a hat,

If I wanted to.

If I wanted to, I do.

I ain't gonna neglect this desire of mine

I gotta dish on civilisation

I gotta crucify my mind

Gotta break from what my mama said.

All the Dogma that she talks.

Jesus said he'll come back one day.

I sure hope not.