if you called, and i didn't answer,
there's a chance i'll get back to you
but if you're bald, fat, and go where my pants were,
then you know i'm breeding for two
january twenty something, let 'em line up and slide away
someone dialed up my line today
this song was a fever-dream,
first new year's greeting on my answering machine,
a suicide note from my late-teens,
put to this melody
and now my bike tire's flat,
i must have ran over some glass, in the dark
or it mighta got slashed,
'cause i was messing around with someone's, ex-girlfriend, again
january twenty something
let 'em line up and slide away