I smoke on the front porch   The french fries burn inside   I wait for Ricki Lake, I think she's on at 3:00   And smoke is everywhere   It's everything   And keeps me from being seen   And I'll hide at the end of the couch    As the TV screams   "Some sad boy has been suffocating!"   And everyone thinks that he's guilty of something   And we don't know what    As they point their fingers at his heartstrings unwinding   They lay on the floor, explode under their feet   His blood cakes the walls, explodes on the wood paneling   The blood of ex-lovers: goodbye, Calcutta      Smoke is soaking in the blood   On the walls that are closing in on me      So light up your incense, smoke up your cigarettes      The blue light of the TV screen   Needles through the haze   The light is piercing me, it pierces everything   This house can never go to sleep   And when cars go by, they peek inside   And see the TV scream   They know what it's like to be lonely   Or what it's like to be guilty of something   They don't know what   But their fingers point at their memories, dead dreams   As the smoke pulls away the blood clots in their veins   Count down to explode   Prepare to unload the bombs of ex-lovers   Goodbye, Calcutta      Your walls are closing in on me   Your walls are closing in on me