When I came to this city, the highway lined with colors Red, white and blue, with green and purple food wrappers You can come and see, or live here with me Mary Poppins played here; it was not the premiere But we were there, Faxed Head, high on glue Pregnant with desire, to see her on our proud screen A Christian runs the BP, a man of peace, he helped me He brought a flower to my bed At the hardware store, good cheer As I buy some epoxy cement I love what I see, thank you glue In spring, at Burger King, they put up orange banners In December, they put up red In their parking lot, I shot myself As I bled into my can of glue I felt a communion with my hometown