<i>For Sale</i> sign on your favorite dumpster
Hills so huge it's hard to tell
I hope you don't get your nice hands dirty when you jump her
The burning bushes that couldn't sell
That couldn't sell
That couldn't sell
That you couldn't sell
Shelly got lucky, her warnings wouldn't sell
Beginning by shining the light
But your memorial
Your memorial
Your memorial
Your memorial
Just fell
It just fell
Your memorial just fell
Your memorial just fell
Never got your genius stature
Pretty stupid little feeble mind
And you figured they would build you a statue
And my titles smashed and gone it says
On the crooked, crooked line
Crooked line
Crooked line
Crooked line
Shelly got lucky, her warnings wouldn't sell
Forgive me for stepping on you
But your memorial
Your memorial
Your memorial
Your memorial
Just fell
It just fell
Your memorial just fell
Your memorial just fell
All the pieces that you couldn't sell
Your memorial just fell
All the bits you wouldn't tell
Your memorial just fell
But you can just go to hell
Your memorial just fell
Your memorial just fell
Your memorial just fell
Your memorial just fell