Lyrics: Strenuous Acquaintances

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