What’s my name?
You may have seen it in the papers
Saw the lines ’round my face
and you read about my latest capers
What’s my name?
It’s on everybody’s lips
Who’s hip, who’s tripped, who’s slipped,
who’s got a case of the vapors
What’s my name?
It’s on the cover of a magazine
And the headlines read “Is He Live or Dead?”
“Is it him you think you might have seen?”
What’s my name?
Maybe you just can’t remember
Because I’m not someone toting a gun,
or dating Miss September
It doesn’t matter if you can’t recall
Sometimes it’s safer in a faceless crowd
When I think of all the stupid things we believe
We may be learning, but we’re not too proud
To put it off until tomorrow.
What’s my name?
You may have read it in the Bible
A fine line on the sign of the times
between obscenity and revival
What’s my name?
It’s on a billboard ’round the corner
A poster child for the wild and wooly side
against which parents try to warn you
What’s my name?
Maybe I can’t even tell you
Except as part of a slogan for some new product
I’m trying to sell you
It doesn’t matter if you can’t decide
Sometimes it’s better if you just don’t know
When I think of all the stupid things we believe
We might be better off digging a hole…
I guess I’ll start that tomorrow.
Memphis, Summer 1992
