Lyrics:

I'm sending you this photograph of me in my new car
But I hate to say I miss you 'cause you don't need me anymore
You politely say, 'I miss you,' but we know you don't mean that anymore
Like when the doctor thought he caught you
Then you weaseled through the door

Through the door of consciousness, San Francisco
Oh, you think it's over
Oh, you think it's over to me
Someone who smokes pot in the subway
Smokes pot in the subway with me
Oh, destructor, you're so destructive
Oh, you so destructive to me

No destruction in the waking hour (In the waking hour)
No destruction in the waking wind
No destruction in the waking hour (In the waking hour)
There's no corruption in the waking wind

I'm talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war
The aliens and armory that bombed her cigar store
Now you think that I don't know but I know you two know quite well
That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel
There's no need to be an asshole, you're not in Brooklyn anymore
You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor
And I know you're gonna try to take my big mouse
Take the panels off my greenhouse

Oh, but the door of consciousness isn't open anymore
Oh, you think it's over
Oh, you think it's over to me
Someone who smokes pot in the subway
Pot in the subway with me
Oh, Destructo, you're so destructive
Oh, you so destructive to me

No destruction in the waking hour (In the waking hour)
No destruction in the waking wind
There's no destruction in the waking hour (In the waking hour)
There's no corruption on Blue Mountain
No destruction in the waking hour (In the waking hour)
No destruction in the waking wind
No destruction in the waking hour (In the waking hour)
There's no destruction in the waking wind
No destruction, no destruction
There's no destruction in the waking wind