Myrtle/Lyrics

She lays down on the fresh lawn

Never very analytical

She can make everything magical,

But she tied one on the big time,

And it makes me want to rewind.

Back to the days when we were young,

When everything was like a loaded gun.

Ready to go off at any minute,

And you know we're gonna win again...

Maybe I'm the one, Maybe I'm the one

Who is the Schizophrenic Psycho...

Yeah...