there's a market down the street
selling pictures of peoples' feet
there are tennis shoes
and moccasins
and sandals even though it's so cold
it's so cold
it's so cold out here

there's literature spread across the walls
of the rundown, broken public malls
there's Tolstoy
and Goethe
and Parker even though it's so cold
it's so cold
it's so cold in there

there are two girls in line at the grocery store
arguing over who loves the other one more
they're screaming
and crying
and I'm staring even though it's so cold
it's so cold
it's so cold in here

there's someone in the shower
it's been over an hour
they don't want to get out
BRR
it's soooooo cold in there

Last night I saw the man on the moon
he was wearing a Yankee's hat
and I swear he was high
'cause he mumbled about Russia
and told me that I was too quiet

So get out of my town!
get away from my feet!
the books that I read!
the strangers I meet!
the shower that I need!
I hate you!
I hate you!
I hate you!
you wouldn't share your toys