WHY? The Vowels Pt. 2 lyrics

I'm not a ladies man, I'm a land mine
Filming my own fake death
Under an '88 Cavalier I go
But-but-but-but nothing but the rear bumper's blown
But I was born for this flight
United 955 on the Fifth of July
Back to SFO, I
I join the dark side
In a thin disguise
On consumer grade video at night

Faking suicide for applause
In the food courts of malls
And cursing racing horses on church steps
Playing the wall at singles bingo
All-time gringo
Did anyone hear me cry there?
Through a toilet-stall divider
I swear I care (not.)


Am I an example of a calculated birth
To a star chart for clowns? (I'm not.)
Under Robin's eggs in a nest
You hid a manila envelope
With one last little Robin's egg in it
A hollow bullet yet spent
Subject to dismissal
I wish all my pitfalls
Could be called by this call:

Cheeri-A
Cheeri-E
Cheeri-I
Cheeri-O
Cheeri-U