Looking out of a still-painted window,
watching prarie dogs play with squeaky toys...

I've got a few coins, that's all that is left
Several bills and a fiscal cliff...

A week before the holy day,
Everyone is so happy, but me...

The wind swifts down on a sweet Texas prarie,
the howling and swirling and the clouds are quit...

You're a pathetic little one,
you don't even have a job...

In today's world, that which we dwell
is the demons from some kind of hell...