I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
Screaming, "Please, come help me
That Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me"
And I'm writing a novel
Because it's never been done before
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First house that I saw, I wrote house up on the door
And told the people who lived there
They had to get out 'cause my reality is realer than yours
And there's no time in the present
And there's a black dog on the bed
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I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes
And the dog ran out and said
"You can't turn nothing into nothing", is with me no more
Well, I'm no doctor
But that monkey might be right
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And if he is
I'll be walking him my whole life
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I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil
He said, "You're gonna have to drive me down on the beach
If you ever want to write for real"
And I said, "I'm sorry
Young man, what is your name again?"
Now everywhere I go in West Hollywood
It's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress
And the actress wishing that they could
We could do ayahuasca
Baby, if I wasn't holding all these drinks
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Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair
That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner
Bumming twenties as if I was the mayor
Well, I don't need any new friends, mama
But I could really use something to do
So if you're up for it sometimes
I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse
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Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea
I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van
And now these guys are pouring one for me
I'll never leave the canyon
'Cause I'm surrounded on all sides
By people writing novels
And living on amusement rides