you put it all in stocks,
you went broke
and met a nice girl
who probably smoked too many cigarettes
then your house smelled like cigarettes,
so you sold it,
and your heart broke
so you left a piece of it in russia
and you couldn't even write about it
because you were too busy driving your little white car
back and forth
until it broke down
now you're walk walk walkin all over town
at least you can stay in one place
you always told me not to put all my eggs into one basket,



didn't you?