there's a lizard on my shoulder and he speaks idly: lovers are loving and young blood is coming, and what are you doing? you are nothing. and the lizard is wise and the lizard knows and i know because i know the places this lizard goes. while everyone out there is sinning and living i'm spinning and thinking about leaving this city.
but because i am nothing, like the lizard would say, i dig my roots down deep and doom myself to stay. and the lizard on my shoulder, he gnaws at my pain as i sing so softly just take me to spain.