You hear something stupid
 And you realize it's coming from your mouth
 So you think that you can solve it all
 By packin' up and moving farther south
 But the devil's down there too
 And he's comin' after you
 You'll be bellyachin' that it's always hot
 Like it or not
 The witnesses will all be waiting
 For the chance to be the first to squeal
 As you're goin' through your souvenirs
 To help decide what is and isn't real
 There are tickets torn in half
 And a yellow photograph
 Of you pointin' to the place you heard the shot
 Like it or not
 They ask you why you did it
 And the word that you come up with is "because"
 Eventually your memory goes
 And everything seems better than it was
 But it wasn't easy getting here
 And the final scene  you fear
 Has them laughing as they drop you in your plot
 Like it or not