I still miss the smell of a   dead skunk on the Pasedena freeway   wind rippin' though my veins    little shiny aeroplanes   blowin' up my skirt   nothing ever hurt   never gonna die   and the look in your eye   like fireworks   got one hand on the wheel   the other getting fresh with the corduroy   covering my angel boy   but I'm gone gone gone       I'm dusted   I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone   I'm dusted    I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone   I'm dusted    I'm gone gone gone   I'm dust.       A pretty boy's a bad boy   and a pretty girl's like a dirty pearl   the boys I know suck 'til they blow   the girlies still are good to go   the girl downstairs with her crem-delish   and the one on the couch eating Bananafish   I'd like to curl you up with a better book   but there's no finer fish to hook   and I'm gone gone gone       I'm dusted   I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone   I'm dusted   I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone   I'm dusted    I'm gone gone gone    I'm dusted       If I only had a brain   If I only had a brain   If I only had a brain it would give me something more to deliver but I'm gone...