In my other life
I was a five dollar an hour parking spot
In an overdone main street
So cut me some slack
'Cause my customers all drove
Shiny little red things and avoided eye contact
And I always said
That if I was born again
I'd get something magnetic
Pierced through my chest
And a tattoo that says "Fear me"
And those people wouldn't even park near me
In my other life
I lazed about day and night
In free-standing water
During electric storms
And no one suggested that maybe I was going through a phase
Or offered me pot or s** or rage or sympathy or pie
And I always said
That if I was born again
I'd get something conductive
Pierced through my chest
I'd tell the storm clouds to screw me
And pretend it tickles when all those gigawatts pa** through me
In my other life
There were other people there to help me out
Making minimum wage and working their bottoms off
And I always said
That if I was born again
I hoped my customers look at me
The way they look at them
I always said
That if I was born again
I'd get something constructive
Tattooed through my chest
Like a skull or a devil or a dragon
And those people would be frightened what might happen
If I was born again
If I was born again
In my other life
I was a five dollar an hour parking spot
In an overdone main street
And my customer's sports car all had car bras
To cover their car teats
I always said
That if I was born agan
I'd get something obtrusive
Pierced through my chest
I'd come back as a woman
And I would walk around braless
And men would stare straight at my breasts and say,
"These kids today are all heathens"
I always said
That if I was born again
I'd go back to that parking lot
I'd go back to that parking lot
I'd go back to that parking spot
And make myself whole