Blame it on Kurt Cobain,
all the music and all the rain.
Stay out of Washington,
take the train out of town.
A Volkswagen in the parking lot at dawn.
"Come here girl, don't you run,
we're about to have some fun!"
Sometimes you're a tourist in a mega church garage,
wishing you were into some kind of God,
or something like faith,
but we know better,
and bury our luck in vein.