I used to have a family You know? Back when I wasn't taken hostage On your cold, ceramic tile counter top
And I used to eat real food Did you notice I'm not a dog? So feeding me mangled up, crushed bits of Purina Doesn't make my coat shiny
I can remember a time when I felt alive Instead of sleeping all day Pretending to be dead I used to be free
Then one day I was captured and sold into slavery And you found me at that air-brushed T-shirt stand In Ocean City There you decided your life was incomplete without me
It's interesting how once we return to home We forget about those summer nights Wearing pucca shell necklaces When you purchased me because of my superman shell
What is a superman anyway? He mustn't be so super If he can't get me far away Far, far away from here
This is how I feel when I look at my brother's hermit crab. I can't help feeling so bad for him