I been hung on a cross
I been nailed to a sounding board
I been strung, I been lost
I been packed, I been mailed abroad
And though I tried to understand
Who I'm with or where I am

I don't know any more than I did
All those years before
Can it get any worse than it was
When the fever first took hold
And it led me on to the world
Where I don't belong?
But right now
Well, I almost think I do

It's a gas, it's a trip
And I just renewed my membership
Of a club that I joined
With a casual flip of a worthless coin
And I'm stuck to the tacky floor
And I'm tired, and I'm untoward
But true, so I'll just stay here with you