Tonight the city is full of....radios. and all the distortion pedals are melted. there's Sonic Youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling. and the roof is falling down on my brain. that's why. I got no mind. I got no mind. got no mind. somebody burned down the picnic. and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake. and the cliches are gettin eaten up. by the termites with the malt liquor. and the guitar tuners and the Pussy Galore song. that's why. I play all night. I got no mind. feel so fine. . and the big radio sound is pumping up and down. jumpin thru the hoops. making every motion seem like forever. there's air conditioning and brand new nails. and phone calls from people in Chicago. ...why. pay no mind. got no mind. stay outside. so turn up the levels. and talk to your devils. and bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise. it's all the situations and all the celebrations. and all the contaminations that make you. breed off the carpet. that's why. I pay no mind. (cough) got no mind. might need a cough drop. well there's verses and sounds. falling like pounds and pounds of. sand weights from the heavens. and she dangles like a bottle. talkin thru the steering wheels. and broken pantyhose. that's why. I pay no mind. sleep in slime. put out CDs. the amplifiers are amplifying. the things that you never knew. could ever be the same as you. there's wires and plugs. and slugs slithering out into the paint thinner. that's why. I pay no mind. I pay no mind. got no mind. your swivel chairs and sunglasses. and your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy. turn up the volume and the treble. and call them all the nasty things that you can. stick into your paper. with your pen. shove your pen up into the air. write everything and. like you just don't care. but it feels good. when you pull off the scenery. and there's puppets and dollar bills. and there's weight-loss pills. and there's cherries and there's potato chips. and the time is runnin low. and there's nowhere else to go. so let's go down. 666 up into. I'm raising all my lows.