I take my baby to the cornfield
  I lay him down between the rows
  I ask him if he really loves me
  He tells me only heaven knows
  
  If I owned a TV station
  This is the message I would send:
  A hundred strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend
  
  Give me his old Montana jacket
  His favorite shirt is Panama
  And I can tell you where he's buried
  Tell you the last thing that he saw, saw...
  I am the keeper of your fetish
  There is so much that you don't know
  You're gonna drown in your own bathtub
  You're gonna miss me when I go
  
  If I owned that big transmitter
  This is the message I would send:
  A hundred strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend
  
  And on the mornings after parties
  I pick the bottles from the floor
  I open every single window
  I cough until my ribs are sore
  Callin' out to all you vampires,
  "I got molasses in my veins!
  I think it's time I should be leavin'
  And you can fight for my remains!"
  
  For every word on every paper
  For every dollar you will spend
  A strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend
  The loss of one true friend