“Maybe someone’s going to save me
My heart is made of gravy
And the laps I swim
From lunatics don’t count
Open up your stockings
Pull out the things you never wanted
From room service calls
Room service calls
Open up your hands
And let me see the things you keep in there
I don’t want to split up fifty/fifty
That’s the way we do it in this gross town
I’ve got all the glory in the world
I hope it does it for you before you go”

AT&T - Pavement