All The Dirt

I believe
if you wanted to leave,
you would seek relief,
you would seek to alleviate.

Sell your house to the banker,
grab your tchotchkes and papers too
Get the hell out of madison,
all the dirt you wander through

Go and call the accountant,
grab your dope and your shelltoe shoes
Fax it off to your lawyer,
all the dirt you wander through

All of you
Floats down flatbush avenue
All run through
With all the weight of all you knew

Nobody likes you
Nobody you like likes you now