Palmcorder Yajna

Holt Boulevard, between Gary and White
 Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge, set ourselves up for the night
 Carpenter ants in the dresser, flies in the screen
 It will be too late by the time we learn what these cryptic symbols mean
 And I dreamt of a house
 Haunted by all you tweakers with your hands out
 And the headstones climbed up the hills
 And the headstones climbed up the hills
 Send somebody out for soda, comb through the carpet for clues
 Reflective tape on our sweatpants, big holes in our shoes
 Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more
 Laugh lines on our faces, scale maps of the ocean floor
 And I dreamt of a camera
 Pointing out from inside the television
 And the aperture yawning and blinking
 And the headstones climbed up the hills
 If anybody comes to see me
 Tell 'em they just missed me by a minute
 If anybody comes into our room while we're asleep
 I hope they incinerate everybody in it
 And I dreamt of a factory
 Where they manufactured what I needed
 Using shiny new machines
 And the headstones climbed up the hills