Verse 1
here's another song with the four
oldest chords in history
i guess i lost all ambition turning left on Missouri
i could have made it better
but the feelings just aren't there
my heart is cold and black
but i just don't think i care
so here's to me saying "fare-thee-well"
and when you hear this song i hope it hurts
Chorus
enamel is stretched too thin
you're beautiful, but not beneath your skin
(enamel, like insect shells
so hollow, like your wedding bells.)
Verse 2 (same thing as verse 1)
the phone lines down in mexico are
slow and maybe tired
i think all your devotion, got lost inside
the wires
well i hope you cannot sleep, and i
hope you cannot smile
and i hope that you are burdened with
your guilt for quite a while
i hope you fall in love
but i hope your plans are thwarted
and i hope that now you're back
it's because you were deported