I'm an insurance company
Im charging 80/20 for Pink Whitney and coke
Im an insurance company
I'll keep you company
And I'll keep you safe and warm
Im like an ICD
V97.33
And this 5150
And blue cross
And blue shield
And UMR is breaking my heart
And Medicare parts A and B
If you could see just what I see
What's the point in holding on
When I can't stay for very long
And what's the point in searching
For something that left long ago
And you know
That I'm still trying to find it
Between these lines and between
These Bush Ghosts
On an aeroplane
You sit beside me
You're flying out of Dulles
You're flying with Delta
And this airport terminal
It's unobservable
All the ghosts that line
These quiet halls
And blue cross
And blue shield
And UMR is breaking my heart
And these flights
No one in sight
Oh, would you care for a cigarette
What's the point in holding on
When I can't stay for very long
And what's the point in searching
For something that left long ago
And you know
That I'm still trying to find it
Between these lines and between
These Bush Ghosts
And I woke up
In my passenger seat
Oxygen masks deployed
And you were beside me
And I know it was alright
Just my time to die
But Michaels up and online
While you try to fix your spine
What's the point in holding on
When I can't stay for very long
And what's the point in searching
For something that left oh, long ago
Oh don't you know
That I'm still trying to fight it
Oh, Between these lines
And between your thighs
And between these lines
And all these bags of hot fries
And all these motherf*cking Bush Ghosts
Oh yeah