I still miss the smell of a dead skunk on the Pasedena freeway
wind rippin' though my veins little shiny aeroplanes
blowin' up my skirt nothin' ever hurt
never gonna die and the look in your eye like fireworks
got one hand on the wheel the other getting fresh with the corduroy
covering my angel boy
but I'm gone gone gone
I'm dusted
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone--I'm dusted
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone--I'm dusted
I'm gone gone gone
I'm dust.
A pretty boy's a bad boy
and a pretty girl's like a dirty pearl
the boys I know suck 'til they blow
the girlies still are good to go
the girl downstairs with her crem-delish
and the one on the couch eating Bananafish
I'd like to curl you up with a better book
but there's no finer fish to hook
and I'm gone gone gone--I'm dusted
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone--I'm dusted
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
If I only had a brain If I only had a brain
If I only had a brain it would give me something more to deliver
