Hey yo, I gotta lot of ex-best friends Gotta lotta people that I care about That be gone with the wind... When that luggage is lost, I just leave it I never check a bag Carry one backpack Stow it in the overhead If my plane goes down and then I'm dead, Let my baggage mix with the bodyparts And don't retrieve it But if we land, and then I step up in the aisle I'll take my bag down Put it on my back and smile Cuz I handle the weight I savor chaos There ain't no security gate or X-ray That could analyze, penetrate, Break down my layers I'm coated in lead, complicated like Eraserhead Face these situations with patience But not complacence Slowly creep ahead Stalk back to East Lake Walk in my bedroom Drop the bag Contemplate the contents: An old shirt, man That's my dead goldfish... Hmmm... [Music fades to Japanese dialogue]