Chinese food and your sleeping back We're born-again losers It's funny Honey, you know, this is not so bad Hanging around, wired for sound It's funny and sad and it's true I'm aching for you We carry an island around on our backs We're born-again vagrants It's funny We ask for nothing wherever we land Meanwhile, we got nothing, isn't that something? Wailing in the garage, Breaking all the rules, And I don't need you You know you're truly bizarre, You're changing all the rules, a Nd I don't need you, but I want you bad We're all I ever had Love is a needle, goes all the way down I'm always surprised So shoot me a roll of your best paradise It's so pretty, I just want to die It's funny