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