Intro] ( bottleneck slide guitar and vintage Wurlitzer keys; ) [Verse 1] Picked a tag off a mannequin’s stem, droolin' on a magazine with the next of kin. Traded hours for a box of lights, Now I’m asleep walkin’ in broad daylight. [Chorus] We’re chewin’ on chrome, buyin’ back what we call home — The mirror whispers,“You’ve done just fine...” But I see my soul in a checkout line. [Instrumental harmonica Solo] ( guitar bends notes over a organ swell, harmonica cuts in like a question mark) [Verse 2] Got a closet full of nothin’ to wear, Piled high with nothin' to share. tuned out, with our heads down low — sittin’ in circles with a digital glow. [Chorus] We’re chewin’ on chrome, Still starin' down at the phone — The mirror whispers,“You’ve doin just swell...” But my souls checked out and gone to hell. [Instrumental Solo] (Electric piano jazzes a bit of smoke, guitar answers back with regret, groovy bassline take over) [Verse 3] She said, “Honey, I got your receipt,” But I want much more when on repeat. wonderin’ if the ride’s worth the fare, Or if we’re just souls in the market square. [Bridge] There’s a preacher on the TV screen, Sellin’ paradise for a very small fee. And I bought in, Lord, I bought in twice — Dreams shrink-wrapped, at a hell of a price. [Instrumental Solo] ( guitar wails into a gospel-toned breakdown, keys follow like distant thunder, ) [Chorus] We’re chewin’ on chrome, buyin’ back what we call home — The mirror whispers,“You’ve done just fine...” But I see my soul in a checkout line. [Outro] (Instruments fall away one by one, leaving only a gritty guitar whisper and the hum of static air) Maybe we go broke… by cutting down the tree the cross you bare is the same I share and it's paid by you and me [Chorus] We’re chewin’ on chrome, buyin’ back what we call home — The mirror whispers,“You’ve done just fine...” But I see my soul in a checkout line. [Instrumental Solo] (Final solo echoes like a cigarette burning out, t in the fog of dreams)
