Drive across the country, tell your story walking

No one's keeping you captive

In the town that let you down, so sorry

Blame it on the television, blame it on the company

Don't blame it on the fundamental fact

That no one owes you something



I've come about my share, I only want what's fair

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not greedy

Like everybody else, I wanna pay my dues

I only want someone to tell me who to make the check out to



Maybe we could run away

And start a little repertory movie house or something

She said, "Sorry but I think you might be just projecting

But here's the dough"

Pike street to park slope, Brooklyn



A community of dabblers who are vain

And fond of biting backs

We hate it when our friends become successful

And a different school

Whose energies are spent evading income tax

And silicone enhancements by the breastful



Maybe we could run away

And start a little repertory movie house or something

She said, "Sorry but I think you might be just projecting

On to me, why don't you try L.A.?"

Pike street to park slope, Brooklyn



Well when you like something, it's an opinion

But when I like something, it's a manifesto

Pomposity is when you always think you're right

Arrogance is when you know



Maybe we could

Start a little independent repertory movie house or something

She said, "Sorry but I think you might be just protecting

Your investment or else assigning blame"

Pike street to park slope, Brooklyn