You better find your way out, you better learn how to run br You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills br Well I've been thinking for days about the means and the ways that I could br hate all I touch br I know you're my lady but I could trickle, I could flood br A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love br All the above br Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged br br Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece br Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street br Well I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind br I wanna cremate the crutch br I know you're my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning br I heed the surgeon's warning -- pillars of eights br br I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord br He is abstract and bored -- too much milk and honey br Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing br but a compass and a canteen br Settin' the scenes br Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged