From a lonely man in the San Francisco Bay.
He is dreamin hard of a girl,
all claid in bad plaid,
and mad at the whole world.
All her friends,
They are blessed impressed intelligent freaks,
All of them are six feet tall,
All of them are hateful to me.
She sleeps alone and wet with her face in her face,
All tied up in her old bed.
She walks alone everyday,
Up and down the rainy streets,
In her own weird way.
All her friends,
They are blessed impressed intelligent freaks,
All of them are sx feet tall,
All of them are hateful to me.
Hateful,
Yeah they're hateful to me.
Getting very hateful.
