In the morning crushing rocks
Aunt Jamima on the pancake box
Last time I saw your face it was shattered with your phony grace
In your petty life you now got something to talk about
but these guys here they’re alright
With a positive appetite for hooking me up right
and the tow truck man he pulled my plug

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I don’t want to be understood
I live in a van
In the Amoco parking lot with the west coast tan
and the fourth of July would come, like another day
and the cars go by, and the cars go by, and the cars go by

And the cars go by, in the night lit parking lot some cop that was never shot
he took my pot and told me it’s my lucky day, he didn’t hall my ass away
Got a soda from the manual soda machine as the time went by like gasoline
A little luck from the boss is all I need, it’s all I need cause

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I don’t want to be understood
I live in a van
In the Amoco parking lot with the west coast tan
and the fourth of July would come, like another day
and the cars go by, and the cars go by, and the cars go by

I live in a van, in the Amoco parking lot so what you got
What you got now give it to me.
Can’t you see I need sympathy but I don’t really need you anyway
I don’t wanna be understood, so good
Just go away and fuck off.